Writing 101:Play with word count, Day 12

Writing assignment : true 100-word story.

Her name was Darlene,she was a nine-year old girl in my grade four class. One  Friday afternoon, she came to me excited, “look Miss,I’ve taken out two cookbooks from the library.”

“What will you do with them?” I asked.

“I will cook breakfast for my  family!” She smiled.

On Monday, two boys in my class, came running to give me the news.

“Miss,” both said, in one breath, “Darlene is dead!”

I looked at them in awe, “No it’s not true.” I exclaimed!

“Yes Miss,” both yelled, “her next door neighbor killed her for money!”

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DP Daily Prompts: On Bees And Effs

Do you or did you ever –have a Best Friend? do you believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most? Tell us a story of your BFF( or a lack thereof.

I do have a best friend, it just happened I wasn’t looking for one. I am not sure I believed in the idea of having a BFF.

I met her in the university, she enrolled a year before me in the post graduate course in History, she opted not to write the first year exam because she felt she was not prepared . She repeated the course, I met her then. By nature I’m very quiet when in a public place as in the university. My silence was mistakenly read as, ‘I am a very proud person’.

Her name is Mini, she comes from a wealthy family, in contrast my parents were not rich, my Dad was a civil servant who had a 9 to 5 job.

I am not a very social person, therefore I do not make friends easily. How she and I became friends is strange. One day she volunteered to go with me to the library, it surprised me, she didn’t strike me as someone studious. Anyway her reason was to let me know about our other classmate. Mini was one of those people who believed her classmates should share their notes with each other, it wasn’t the case with this person, she complained, I listened. She also wanted to find out what sort of a person was I, she was not disappointed I shared all of my notes.

We were room-mates also in the dormitory, we became friends, she took me to her sister’s house, she had another sister who sent cooked food for us, we were having a great time. Our friendship was stronger, I was invited by her sisters whenever they had a party. Things went well we saw each other regularly.

I had to move to Canada after I got married, we didn’t write to each other, our friendship did not end, lack of correspondence with each other drifted us apart. I do visit her when I go to Dhaka, we have long conversation, she is still as nice as she was the first time I met her!

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DP Daily Prompt: Last but Not Least

In your imaginary award acceptance speech(yes we know you have one), who’s the very last —- —and most important —-person you thank?

This is my imaginary speech, I didn’t get the chance in real life to make a speech after I passed my master’s degree exam , the students in our university disliked the Vice chancellor, as long as he remained in office they made up their mind not to have convocation.So we missed out and got our degrees by mail.

We don’t really make a speech when we go up to receive our degrees, we thank the person who hands us the degrees and leave.

Even if we had a convocation,we wouldn’t make a speech.

My opening words would be to thank everyone who helped me to reach this far. At the very last would be my prof. who believed in me who always told me I can achieve anything I wanted if I put my mind to it. 

He was upset when I changed the group from B to C.  I’d explain why our post graduate course in History had three groups: Group A dealt with architectural history ; Group B was museum and architecture and Group C was Contemporary history.

My preference was Group B, but circumstances were not favourable, we had a very small library,male students were not interested to study about architecture and museum, all of them joined Group C to study contemporary history. My two female classmates were in favour of Group C, one of them was fortunate, her uncle had all the notes which she could use, I don’t know why the other one opted for Group C.

I was forced to join group C,I was uncomfortable going to a dark dingy library where there was only one male librarian.

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About Me; continued post Ranu

A map of the languages spoken in Bangladesh, in English. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was happy to be in a girls college. No one there to tease me or make fun of me. We can look for a perfect world,sadly that doesn’t exist. I tell myself,’What’s wrong now,you got what you wanted’? Yes I did. but this is just a different problem. One of the girls who happens to be from my home town ,made life impossible for me. She always said something negative,if I said anything.I was fed up with her.She happened to be my mother’s distant relative,which didn’t help.

This college was run by American nuns.They were very strict,one of the teachers Sr. Joseph Mary,would come up to our dormitories, to make sure our beds were made,also we weren’t allowed to sit on the bed.We were provided with small stools made of wicker,which is called ,’Mora’ in Bengali. Bedtime had to be strictly observed,lights were out at 10.30 pm. It was not a problem for me, I always went to bed at 10.00 pm.

Our principal was Sr. Augustine Marie, she wanted us to study every waking moment or else she would call a meeting and take us to task. In the evening we all had to assemble in the library and study.One evening we heard a noise,before I could think what it was, all the girls ran out of the library,I was not far behind. We left our sandals and ran bare feet,screaming,sister,sister,there were thirty-three of us, you can imagine the noise we made.Sister Augustine Marie went straight to the library to investigate.She found nothing ,but our sandals scattered in the library.The face she made when she came out was priceless! Despite our fear, we would have burst out laughing. But this was the principal we dare not make fun of her or she would send us packing!

More later!