Everyday Inspiration

Day Three: one-word Inspiration: choice

Choice is ringing my ears,

Please don’t bring me to tears.

Keep up with my education was my choice,

Hoping I won’t hear a negative voice.

There were obstacles galore I kid you not,

Mom and two brothers helped a lot.

Then came the decision to look for a job,

Unwittingly I picked one which made me sob.

All is not lost I consoled my troubled mind,

It’s easy to quit, an excuse surely I’ll find.

My lone judgment cost me two years,

Which I could have used to study M.ED.

But I knew ‘Man proposes God disposes,’

A very meaningful image crossed my mind.

Based on my choice other troubles arose,

I couldn’t suppress for they’d only get worse!

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Daily Prompt : Blindly

In response to daily post’s prompt : Blindly

The Aimless Traveler  🙂

Blindly I followed the unfamiliar road

I had to stop when the raven  crowed

I looked at the ghastly raven

I asked, ‘where is your safe haven’?

He quacked and replied mine is on the tree

But you my dear cannot get it free!


On and on aimlessly I trudged

Madly and wildly looked for a lodge

I found one that said, Come right Inn

I reached there but my patience was thin

When I heard the rent was five dollars

I nearly lost my mind and hollered !


I only have a dime was my reply

I cannot pay the rent I let out a sigh !

Then walk on poor lady there was a voice

I cannot help you I have no choice.

The world is a difficult place I moaned

I shouldn’t have taken Blindly this awful  Road!

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Daily Prompt: Unpopular

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Tell us about a time when you had to choose between two options, and you picked the unpopular choice.

There are many restaurants in my city. Some are filled with people,you literally have to be in a long line, wait to be seated, if you are lucky, you could be waiting for 45 minutes. We went to one of these so called restaurants to have a relaxing meal.The long line up took away my enthusiasm to wait for 45 minutes. I did a calculation in my head, wait to be seated 45 minutes, order 10 minutes, meal to be served in another half hour or more. Eighty-five minutes, I thought was too long. I turned around and went to one that was ready to serve me.

I chose one that was almost empty, their menu looked good, the waiters were pleasant, we ordered our meal, it was served within half hour, the place was clean, the food was tasty and the service was the best. I decided that day, not all the eateries are awful, and one cannot count on places to serve tolerable meal even if they are crowded i.e popular.

We had a decent meal, the food tasted good  what else can I expect?

To me popular equals more people along with germs, and chef and waiters hurriedly serve food that may or may not be so good.It’s more than likely I’d choose an unpopular restaurant any day.

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365 days Writing Prompt: Say your Name

Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?

My first name is CHAMAN,  I am not named after someone but am named after something, the thing is a Garden.I presume my father was delighted to have a second daughter after double the number of sons, he I think consulted his dear friend, who was an artist and loved reading about names,my father went to him at the most opportune time, he was reading about names for girls and how they affect their personality. 

“Eureka I have found a name for your daughter, he said, name her Chaman, it sounds beautiful and it means a garden, how can you go wrong with this name.”

My father rushed home, told my mother he’s found the best name, “it is Chaman, don’t you hear the rhythm of this name, it’s settled we’ll name her Chaman?” Then this excitement brought on other stories of the name, Urdu poets have written volumes of poetry centred around this exquisite name.

Chaman grew up to be a very inquisitive little girl, you could not tell her anything without answering her ‘Why’ questions that followed, her eldest brother tried to stop her by saying, “You know curiosity killed a cat, ‘how’ was her query. Elder brother gave up and felt with time this habit will no longer persist.

I love my name I’ll never think of changing it even if I had a choice. Would you change yours if there were so many magical stories attached to it?