Mind and life matters limerick challenge prompt: Memories, week 16

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                            Here is my week 16, limerick challenge prompt: MEMORIES

                            I reminisce, I recollect, those bygone days

                             When life was simple in so many ways

                                        Nothing ever lasts

                              Those days quickly passed

                        I’m just left with memories of those days!

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Daily Prompt: Memory on the Menu

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Which good memories are better—the recent vivid ones or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?

The memories I treasure  most is when my Dad was alive and I sat in the garden and watched and talked to him.One of my favorite memories are the ones after the end of Ramadan. We got new clothes to wear for the day of Eid-al Fitr, this is the day after Ramadan ends.

My Dad and my older brothers would go to the mosque that day for prayers, after they came back my Dad would take out the money and give to us. I loved it a lot.

Lunch time my Mom would treat us with delicious food, she was a very good cook. In the evening we’d visit our parent’s  friends . This was one day we got to eat a variety of mouth watering food.

The highlight of this day was, we all wore new clothes and wished our parents “Eid Mubarak”( Happy Eid) and then ate sweet vermicelli with milk, it was a dessert cooked by mom, and  served right after the other members of the family came home from the mosque , which is a tradition observed  in all the Muslim families.

This is one vivid memory I’ll always have it will never be covered in a sweet haze. 🙂

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DP Daily Prompt: Wall to Wall

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What do you display on the walls of your home—-photos,posters,artwork, nothing? How do you choose what to display? What mood are you trying to create?

When we display anything on the walls of our house, we think of the room. Our living room walls are decorated with artwork, a part of the wall has pictures of birds, another part has animals, still another with flowers. We also try to hang pictures that goes well with the color of the paint on the walls. We try to create nature and how it adds to the beauty of the environment.

The dining room walls have pictures of fruits, vegetables and some gardens with trees hanging down with colorful fruits and vegetables.

The bedroom displays family pictures, there are portraits and single photographs showing different photos of children from the infant stage to the current.

The walls with the photos and pictures is to create happy memories of our family.

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DP Daily Prompt: Snapshot Stories

Open the first photo album you can find –real or virtual, your call–and stop at the first picture of yourself you see there. Tell us the story of that photo.

This is a picture of me, it was taken by my friend, Evelyn Baptist, here I’m sitting on the grass, it is surrounded by some shrubs and plants, this is my residence in, Holy Cross College, Dhaka. 

That day most of us were thinking of starting an autograph,where we could get our friends and teachers to write something and sign our names, Evie went a bit further she wanted me to wear a sari and get my picture taken to paste on the first page of my book. I agreed, if you see this picture, I’m really not sure if you can tell I was nervous in my sari,I feared the pleats may come off, and make me look like a fool.I always avoided wearing a sari, this day Evie was firm, she said, “you have to wear it.”

I must have borrowed the sari from one of the girls, I didn’t have any. I felt at ease with my Shalwar Kamiz.

This is what I wrote on the first page:

Dear friends, 

Use your pen and brains

And do not let me ask in vain

When many years have passed away

And evening shadows round me play

Then shall this book of jest and truth

Recall the memories of my youth

Dear friends I once again invite

A few lines in my book to write.

Signed : C.S.

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DP Daily Prompt: Memory on the Menu

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Which good memories are better–the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?

I like the memories that time has covered in a sweet haze. When I was very young,life seemed simple, I woke up early in the morning, according to mom sleeping late was a devilish habit. Did I understand what she meant, of course not, I knew it was something she disproved.

Rain or shine we were out the door when it was a week-end, we played to our hearts content, mom would call us to have lunch we’d gobble it in two seconds flat and back to the playground we’d go. It was as if inside the home was for sleeping.

My younger sister had some unbelievable imagination, she told me there were some little people growing in our garden,she takes them in the palm of her hand and has hours of fun playing, did I believe it,yes to me this was possible, I’d ask her to show me the little people somehow she managed to keep me in suspense. 

My mind was flexible, I always believed every weird story I heard, it probably is a process of growing up. 

During the monsoon season we’d run out jump and hop in the rain,if we were too wet we’d go inside change and back outside we went to get wet, giggle and run, then someone would sing Tagore’s famous song, “Rain is falling drip drop”, I’d join in and sang as loud as I could. 

These are the memories I treasure, “Those were the days my friends we thought will never end.” They are so vivid seems it was only yesterday we did all those things, today’s memory cannot compete with the fun we had!

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DP Daily Prompt: Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves(Unfortunately)

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This prompt is interesting,it brings back memories of our visit to Chicago every year. It was my husband’s favorite city,he trained to be an ophthalmologist there. He sponsored his brother to U.S . so he could have a better future. But that’s only an introduction of my fear of doing dishes every morning while we were visiting his family.

Every morning we found dirty dishes in the sink on the counter,they were everywhere. The first morning of our visit, I was amazed to see the dishes lying around unwashed. We were dying to have a cup of tea,believe me there wasn’t a clean cup in the cupboard. My husband said,” let’s wash them it won’t take that long.” We started washing dishes,it took nearly an hour,to say that I was annoyed would be an understatement. Finally we got them washed,while the lady of the house was taking care of her beauty sleep.

It was the same thing each morning,maybe we didn’t understand she was telling us indirectly we were not welcome. My husband adored his brother we had to stay for three weeks. Then we decided if we bought them a dishwasher things would be different. We did buy the dishwasher,it made no difference,now the dirty dishes were in the dishwasher and more in the sink.

Was she sending us a message,she sure did but my husband was completely oblivious of this fact,”You are not welcome!”

Memories Post by Ranu

When I look back at my teaching days, the memories of the children I taught, makes me realize,how special they were. I was one of a kind teacher there,completely different from any they had seen or heard in the nine years of their life. Sometimes they didn’t know how to interact with me. I did not take coffee breaks or any other breaks.I was always present.Some even were bold enough to ask,”Mrs. Asgar,don’t you want to get some coffee”? In reply, “I would say,why so you can fool around”? It was an open and shut case. In my first year they found out,I was scared of walking on the ice,one child volunteered to meet me,so he could help me.We did not have any discussion about it,he came on his own and very faithfully did his job.I think this is what he thought.I don’t remember if I ever thanked him. I hope I did.

The school year was over in June and kids would bring me gifts and look at my expression,they wanted to know if I liked their gifts.I of course thanked them individually. One year, it was the last day of the school year,I was busy putting away books and cleaning up my messy desk. I suddenly noticed Bobby coming in to say something. I looked up and asked did he forget something, he said, “Mrs. Asgar, you don’t like me do you”? I was stunned to hear this,I asked him what made him say this,it’s not true. He said,” you promoted  me to grade five”. I told him there was no reason for me to fail him,he was one of the best students in my class. Even if he failed he would have a different teacher. This knowledge no matter how things turned out,I wouldn’t be his teacher the following year made him happy.

One year I had a new student in my class,the parents moved from a nearby community. He was put in my class.He was a quiet well-disciplined child, I did not have any occasion to take him aside and talk to him. Things were going well. Then came the time for the kids to order books from the Scholastics Book Company. The children would check the books they wanted with the money, I made a list and gave it to the secretary.On one such occasion the new kid did not have the exact change. I was about to give him the change,he looked at me and smiled, he said,”Mrs. Asgar you can keep the change”. I was  surprised  ,I did not want to hurt his feeling I replied’,it’s all right, give it to your Mom’. To this day I wonder how he felt Then there were some who would come to me at the end of the school year and apologize for their bad behaviour during the school year. Although they were not the problem.The ones who needed to apologize did not.

These are some of the memories which reminds me how lucky I was !

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!