DP Daily Prompt: An Odd trio

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Today,you can write about whatever you want– but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel.

It was a very warm afternoon, at least I got the feeling in my room, with this thought in my mind I ventured to go out to feel the air outside, to my delight it was much cooler, it motivated me to go for a walk. 

My walk took me to an unknown place, I hadn’t discovered this before, curiosity led me to go further, I was walking along having a great time, when instantly I saw a form, I couldn’t figure out what it was I was attracted by it and moved to see what it was, I heard a whistle, a faint cough, before my very eyes the form was changing into two beautiful children, one was a girl and the other a boy, I looked at them with surprise, how is this happening, am I in a world of magic? My thoughts were interrupted by the boy, he was showing me a large beach towel with my name in capital letters, he asked me.

“Would you like this, I’ve got it for you?”

I was taken aback by these strange kids, I held my breath for a moment and then replied, “Who are you, how do you know my name, why is my name on the towel you are holding?”

“Not so fast the boy quipped, I’ll answer your question slowly,I am Stan and she is Virginia, you can call her Ginny, if Virginia is too difficult to say in  one breath. We always knew your name and who you are, sadly you do not know us. We knew your birthday is coming up shortly, we thought it would be a good surprise for you, you are out because inside is stuffy, let’s take you for a ride on your towel.”

I wasn’t sure if I should accept the invitation,my inner feeling said quietly,”say yes let us discover this ride on a towel.”

I agreed to take the ride, I was instructed to sit on the towel, I did and my two companions did the same. I felt quite comfortable, Stan whispered something, the towel began to rise, I was not worried, it seemed the two kids were sincere and they did not want to hurt me.

The towel rose to a comfortable level and stayed in that height for several hours, I was hungry I could not ask my companions to feed me, there was nothing in view except the magic towel and us three.

Out of the blue Ginnie asked me, “Are you hungry, it’s been a long time since we had any food?”

The word food made me hungrier, I said, “Yes I’d like a bowl of soup, but how will you get it I asked?”

“Leave it to us both spoke at once”.

This time Ginnie closed her eyes and whispered something which I heard but did not understand. Within seconds there were three bowls of chicken soup in front of us,  I gobbled mine in no time. Stan burst out laughing, “Why didn’t you tell us you were hungry, this is the quickest  I’ve ever seen anyone finish a bowl of soup.”

I saw the sun setting I asked them when will I go home. 

Ginnie said, “Wait miss you have to enjoy your birthday thoroughly, we’ll take you to one more magical place then we’ll take you home.”

I must admit I was having a great time, one more magical place why not, I can deal with it.

I began to notice the towel was landing slowly, in about half an hour it touched the ground. We were in a tent with people of different ethnicity speaking their language. When we landed in the middle they all stood up and welcomed us. Ginnie and Stan’s parents came forward and shook hands with me. I was overwhelmed with this experience. They had a birthday cake large enough to divide between thousands of guests, I was the chief guest because it was my birthday, so I was asked to cut the cake, I did and I was surprised to eat a cake this delicious.

Suddenly I heard a loud Meow, I opened my eyes and noticed my cat Raphael was trying to wake me up, so I could feed him. I wished Rapha did not wake me up I had such a beautiful dream!





DP Daily Prompt: Wall to Wall Post by Ranu

My wall in the bedroom depicts our bygone days,

our looks,  happy and sad,

happy that we are still young and lots to look for ,

my wall reminds me about my pictures on the wall,

my youngest hungry and unhappy,

I couldn’t instantly give her food.

To her that’s what life meant,eating and playing,

not sitting in front of a camera waiting to

be photographed by an unknown.

How did I feel,embarrassed I couldn’t find

anything to satisfy a two year old ,

who didn’t understand the meaning of

person,place or thing.

There they are from young to grown up,

perhaps they may not remember those days,

to me those were the days when we were happy,

we were together.

I look at those pictures and think about the days

when we could spend time together.

Now they are only memories of days gone by,

still priceless!

Daily Prompt—Daily Post :Happy,Happy,Joy,Joy Posted by Ranu

Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore (Photo credit: Cea.)

As human beings we cry more than we laugh,probably it’s our habit, we do not appreciate the things we get and never think about them,we tend to think it is our right and it is not that big a deal,when we receive something. So when the question arises when was the last time I was deliriously happy,I had to go inside my brain to find out.

I was requested by a friend of mine to translate Tagore’s poem. This was something I did not try,because I was not confident and also afraid I might make a mess of it.At the same time I was not ready to admit I could not do it.

I leafed through the pages of Tagore’s collection of poems and spotted one that seemed one I could dare to try:

The title is:  “Remember” by Tagore

I do not have any recollection of my mother.

only when I go out to play I hear a tune ringing in my ears,

the sound mixes with my mother’s words in the middle of my game.

I wonder did my mother sing while rocking my swing___

My mother is no longer here,but she did not forget to leave her song .

I do not remember my mother.

In  early morning in September the white flowers in the garden,

are swayed by the wind which  spread their scent wet with dew;

why does my mother’s words echo in my mind;

perhaps my mother’s scent and the  basket of flowers came into contact ,

with the scent of Pooja  flowers and came to me.

I only remember my mother when I sit in the corner of my bedroom;

and I look at the sky,instantly I feel my mother is looking at me;

she left her look all over the sky to remind me of her presence.

When I completed the translation,I published it. My friend’s comment was very generous and his comment gave me the feeling,he has read the Bengali version.The truth is he is not a Bengali.Therefore I was proud and happy that my first attempt was okay.I translated it in October  2012.It was a memorable day for me,my joy knew no bounds,I was very happy after a long time.