In response to daily post’s one-word prompt : Zip
My mom once told me to zip my mouth whenever I felt the urge to speak. Usually it was my older siblings who seemed they had nothing better to do than criticize me in all sorts of ways I detested. So I thought to defend myself I should speak up. It didn’t bode well with mom, she felt I’m too outspoken which would make me unpopular with friends in school, or outside when I meet people older than me. Of course in those days all the people I met were older, so I could see she had a point in restricting me.
This zipping my mouth had a bad effect later on in my life. My life in college proved to be stressful, girls in residence bullied me, because I was so quiet. I tried to speak when someone made a nasty comment, I couldn’t say anything as if someone had blocked my vocal chord and words were stuck.
There was an incident in college which is fresh in my memory, one of the girls’ said something to me and I couldn’t tell her off, then the other classmate who overheard it said, ‘You have no backbone , why didn’t you tell her something?’
I was so hurt I stopped talking to her, which was one weapon I used when someone was mean. I personally think kids should not be restricted to speak, if someone misbehaves with them. After all out in the world they must be able to speak their mind, when no one else will defend them, they should be able to do so themselves!
Textures are everywhere.The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative to you?
When I see an unknown thing,I feel I must touch it to know if it’s safe. There are times I turn on a new appliance , I touch it to know if it’s working, sometimes the light alone is not sufficient.
I remember when my daughter was a year old she was learning to walk, every time she was off balance she’d touch the wall, gradually she reached the kitchen, the oven was on, I was unable to reach her fast enough to keep her away from the stove, she did the inevitable she touched the oven door, it was hot, she had both her hands on the door and looked at me she was extremely scared I took her away from it and said, “it’s hot!” From that day onward whenever I said it’s hot she moved away.
I know it’s a terrible way to learn, I did not plan for her to feel the heat, it happened, I felt very guilty.
I stay away from touching anything before I know how it feels, I ask before I touch. Seven months ago we bought a kitten from a breeder, his mother is Himalayan and the father is Siamese.He was two months old when my daughter brought him in the house, he was very scared the first day. He hid under the covers in the bed, my daughter had gone to work. I went upstairs to check what he was doing.
At first I heard nothing, then I took the covers off, I found him very scared and unable to move. I picked him up, brought him down to my room. It was the first time I touched an animal, his coat felt smooth and silky, I knew he was too little to hurt me.
We named him Gabriel, we realized he was lonely , so we brought his brother, Gabriel was extremely happy, if he could speak I am sure he’d say, “thank you.”
Today both are confident and are very curious, they’ve managed to tear some pages of my books, they do not feel any kind of remorse.
I confidently pick them up and put them outside my room when their antics are beyond control. I’m not afraid to touch them!
On a weekend road trip, far away from home, you stumble upon a garage sale in a neighborhood you’re passing through. Astonished, you find an object among the belongings for sale that you recognize. Tell us about it.
On a road trip one summer, my daughter and I decided to take a tour of Moncton ,New Brunswick. We were driving around the city to see some favorite spots,as we were moving along around the neighborhood, I saw a large “Garage Sale”, sign, we decided to stop and check it out. There were many interesting things on sale, I wondered as I moved along, why were they selling so many antiques. I was told the owner had died few months ago, the kids were not interested to keep any of it so they put up all these memorabilia for sale.
I thought about it for a few minutes and wondered would the things I accumulated with so much love will have the same fate? I brushed off that sad feeling and continued to walk around to see if I’d like something to take back with me. Unexpectedly I spotted a painting I had given to my youngest daughter, I picked it up, my memories of that painting flashed me by,this was the one my husband and I bought from the Franklin mint , we loved it so much and thought of passing it on someday to my youngest daughter.
when she came home for a visit the first thing she asked for was that same painting which was collecting dust on the roadside, because it was her favorite I immediately gave it to her, I was shocked to see, it was one of the items for sale.
I was torn, shall I buy it or forget I saw it, I ended up moving away, I told myself it will only bring back memories which will hurt my feelings.
Without saying a word I got into the car and decided I didn’t want to see any more of the city!
Do you hold grudges or do you believe in forgive and forget?
Unfortunately I have trouble saying,” I can’t stay mad at you, let’s forgive and forget.” There are many incidences in my life where the people who hurt me, deliberately did it because they were jealous of me . I don’t know why they have that feeling, I certainly did not deserve it.
Some of my family members enjoy hurting me, they do not hesitate to tell lies if it suits their purpose. I have tried many times to forgive and forget but they cannot stop talking against me. I am simply tired of this ‘Forgive and forget’, thing.
I have stopped having anything to do with them. I follow the saying( na rahe bans toh na baje bansari) it means without a flute you cannot play a tune. I am not sure if it will make sense to my readers or why hold on to something that cannot be fixed.
I can be as stubborn as grass stain or as easy going as a light breeze. It depends entirely on the circumstances. If my feelings are hurt by someone close to me, I make sure they remember how they hurt me. I show how stubborn I can be because I don’t want a repetition of what they did to me.
Let me explain how and why I show my stubborn nature. I was newly married when I first came to Montreal . One day I asked my husband if we could go and watch a movie, his reply was ,”Go with my brother”, I was unhappy with this reply, it was totally unexpected.
My reply to this was,”I didn’t marry your brother, I married you.”
He couldn’t reply and kept quiet. After that incidence I did not ask to go to a movie anymore not only that when he asked me I declined.
This is my reply to : for tomorrow we die! World is ending tomorrow! I do not think I will be thinking about my last dinner.Food will not attract my attention.Instead I’d think of all the people,who are not happy with me,I will not spend time thinking what my last dinner will be,but how many people I’d like to see before the end comes.I’d be busy asking to forgive me if I have hurt their feeling.
Hunger will be miles away from me. I will not spend time ,Eating ,Drinking,and be Merry. Sorry I could not write about food!