Writing Prompt: Beach,mountain,forest,or somewhere else entirely.

My choice is a cave. Beach,Mountain,or a forest have been there and i hear about them . To me a cave is more exciting. I read people have hollowed out caves for a long time.

We need shelter from the elements, such as wind, rain and what have you. In some parts of the world it was easier for man to carve out warm dry spaces than to use other building methods.Houses are difficult to build ,we need the right kind of material to build them.

The digging of caves  most of the time is easier.  Image by Wikipedia

The most famous caves are probably in the loess plains of China. During the ice ages the Gobi desert was cold and windy.The glaciers eroded a huge amount of rock.It produced fine rock dust.During thousands of years a huge amount of this dust were sedimented.

People used this fine sand to build caves. It was considered less work than building a house.

Cave houses built in the hot arid areas is useful, the temperature underground is quite pleasant.

I’d like to try living  in cave house. It might be exciting.

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Ack deen Raatey Aami shopno dekhinu,One night I had A Dream by Tagore translation by Ranu

One night I had a dream

‘Look’  ‘look’ Binu was saying.

I look out and what do I see a mutual beating of the batten and the beams,

Kolikata is shaking and moving about.

The huge brick houses are moving straight,

the doors and windows are noisy and looking great.

The road is slithering like a huge serpent,

on its back the tram and the vehicles are advancing boom boom.

The shops and the bazaar go up and down,

The roofs are knocking each other dead.

Howrah bridge the massive scorpion is moving with its might,

Harrison road is going close  behind it.

The monument looks like a crazy elephant’s trunk

English: A female African Bush Elephant raises her trunk as a warning sign in Mikumi National Park, Tanzania (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

waving its snout in the empty sky.

Our school is speeding in a hurry,

the math book runs so does grammar.

The maps on the walls are getting restless and fidgety,

Birds seem to flap their wings with authority.

The bell keeps swinging,ding dong ding dong___

thousands of people say wait,wait,wait,

where will we go from where,this is truly crazy!

Kolikata is not listening it’s in a frenzy,

her intoxication of dancing is visible on pillars and walls.

I think ,there is nothing to worry,

let Kolikata go straight to Mumbai.

Dilli can go to Lahore, and Agra too__

I will wear a Pugree on my head and Nagra on my feet.

But if it goes off today to London instead

the Brits will be visible in boots,jackets and hats.

When I woke up suddenly by some noise,

I see Kolikata hasn’t gone anywhere  boys.