In response to prompt : Foreign
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Writing Prompt: Stranded
You’re stranded in a foreign city for a day with no money no friends,Where do you go; What do you do?
If I am stranded in a foreign city with no money and no friends for a day,here is what I plan to do, first I’ll walk around the city,it doesn’t cost anything to walk,I’d find someone who speaks my language,if there is no one, I’d continue walking and find some sort of eatery or restaurant, walk in confidently and look for the owner.
When I find him/her I’ll start a conversation, inform him/her where I come from , give a detailed description of the place, the people and what they do for their living, I will talk about everything that makes my home attractive,I’ll drag on with the conversation until it’s lunch time, when his maid calls him for lunch, I’d inquire what sort of food they eat, their favorite food, how they cook it,by this time I am hoping the owner will get interested to hear about foods I like, suddenly the man is interrupted again to have lunch, since I am there he’d feel uncomfortable eating alone, to be polite he’ll invite me for lunch, after lunch I’d thank him and will tell him about some of the delicious food I can cook.
The owner will show interest and will ask me if I could cook some of the foods I talked about. I’d agree to cook and ask him to get the ingredients for me. I’d spend most of the day cooking.
Out of courtesy the man’s wife will invite me for dinner,after dinner, the owner will surely ask the name of my hotel,so he could drop me off. This is when I’d open up about my bad luck. I’d tell him I’ve lost everything, I don’t have money or friends, so I’d have to spend the night sleeping under a tree. I am hoping I’ll be invited to be their guest for the night.
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Birth And Death by Tagore Translation by Ranu
Birth And Death Rabindranath Tagore
It was only the other day I came to this world I was an infant devoid of speech
I came like a foreigner to this earth
without any identity, I did not bring anything with me,
Rabindranath Tagore (Photo credit: Cea.)
only provision I had with me was sobbing.
Today all the love I received from my fellow human beings
has managed to draw out all the songs I have in my heart,
On this earth O my creator you have taken very little space in my heart!
Instead you have fulfilled the wishes of the people with my songs.
Every day you assist me to present songs of rhythm and melody
still I offer you my worship at the end of the prayer
I hope you will take me with love,
I am hopeful that you will remember when we part.
wherever you keep me on this earth your love will remain with me.
There will be brand new foreign residence new people
they will connect with me with similar love. In the light of this love
I will appear in the world
and blossom in the new company. Attracted by love
all the mysterious glitter I have in me
will rise up in eternal juice,
they will come out running___ free from life
in the entire world of yours on the invitation of love
I will leave the perfume of new lives,
I will draw the shape of faces with new colours.
who wants to be in this blind narrow hole of immortality
on this surface of the earth only in one form
to live! In the new paths of death
I will worship you in different worlds.
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