DP Daily Prompt: Think Again

Tell us about a time you made a false assumption about a person or a place— how did they prove you wrong?

Yes I did make a false assumption of a girl from my hometown. I met her in college, we were not friends but acquaintances, she had her own group of friends I had mine.

A few years later I met her again in the university residence, she was friendly or so I thought. One day she suggested why don’t we share to have tea together in the morning, one month I’d buy tea, sugar and milk and following month she’d do the same, I thought it was a great idea.

We started our joint tea drinking every morning, since we lived in two different buildings I offered to go to her building and make tea for both of us. It was going well we had no problems, my friends in my building warned me against this arrangement. They found out I was paying for everything and she was not paying her share.

I let it go and continued to make tea and called her when it was ready.

One day I went up to her building and noticed she was ignoring me, I called her but she walked away, I was embarrassed when the other students were watching me. I quietly left the building, went to my dormitory and got busy with my studies, I decided not to tell anyone what happened, the news of this so called friend and how she treated me was a hot topic discussed by everyone, my friend Zeb came to me and said, “You’ve made a mistake, you do not have to drink tea alone you’re welcome to join our group.”

I learned a much needed lesson, and appreciated my friends who helped me.

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Dhoola Mandir Dusty Temple (Poem) by Tagore Translated by Ranu

Leave worship prayer adoration.

Why are you sitting in the  closed  corner!

Deity (Photo credit: chooyutshing)

Hiding in the dark what are you doing

who are you secretly worshipping,

Open your eyes look__ the deity is not in your room.

He has gone where the farmers are plowing__

the place where the rocks are broken to build roads all year!

In the blazing sun,exhausted ,he is with them all,

his hands are covered with dust___

like him you should change and join us.

Freedom? where can you be free,where is freedom!

The Lord is confined with his creation.

stop meditating,leave your flower basket,

let the clothes tear, let the dust cover you__

let’s work with the deity and perspire together.

DP Daily Prompt: EarWorm Post by Ranu

My favourite is John Lennon’s song:  “Imagine”

Imagine there’s no heaven

Imagine There’s No Hunger – Strawberry Fields – Central Park, NYC (Photo credit: asterix611)

It’s easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people living for today

Imagine there’s no countries

It isn’t hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people living life in peace

You, may say

I’m a dreamer ,but I’m not the only one

I hope some day you’ll join us

And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people sharing all the world

You, may say

I’m a dreamer,

But I’m not the only one

I hope some day you’ll join us

And the world will live as one

This song speaks to me,in a way nothing else can.It has everything that tells me how to make the world a better place. The assortment of countries,possessions,greed,hunger, religions,all these are the problems of the world. Remove them and there will be peace and tranquility.

It’s my thought.

A Companion by R.Tagore translated by Ranu

Tagore (Photo credit: nemzetikonyvtar)

This is a short poem by Tagore. The title is , ‘A companion’

One afternoon,the beautiful day in the country side,persuaded me to go for a walk.

While walking along the side of a green grassy field,

I noticed a young dark girl sitting on the grass.

She was alone,quietly braiding her hair.

Her young frisky dog, watched her,

thinking it was  a game she was playing,

came right behind her to join in the game,

the woven braid swayed to and fro,the dog became increasingly excited,

first it continuously bit the braid,

English: Inverted French Braid. Deutsch: Zopf. Polski: Warkocz francuski. Svenska: Halvvägs inbakad fläta. Русский: Коса. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

the girl scolded him ,pulled the braid,

the dog jumped higher and higher and barked louder and louder,

it liked the game,the girl slapped it and scolded it.

She could not stop it.

Not knowing what to do, she picked him up and laid him on her chest.

She then stroked her pet gently and lovingly.