365 Writing Prompts: Freaky Friday

You experience your own Freaky Friday, and switch bodies with someone you love/hate.Tell us what happens.

I always wondered how the marathon runners run the distance of twenty-six miles with such ease. I imagined  covering half that distance one  Friday. It was freaky after the first one kilometer, I felt my legs were not co-operating with me, I walked a yard, hopped half the distance and ran to complete the one kilometer. I came to the realization running is not for me, I may as well quit while I am ahead.

Then my mind thought of a plan, why don’t I switch my body with the marathon runner Susan. It was a Friday morning, there was a cool breeze blowing perfect to run the marathon I was attempting to accomplish in my body, but now that I have switched let me see how it feels with a different body.

I went to the starting line, there were a lot of runners each deep in thought and then there was me. We all lined up, I was feeling excited I thought I’m actually going to run this marathon I’ve been dreaming of.

As soon as the whistle was blown, I started running,at first I was slow, then I felt my body was getting lighter and I was able to run faster and faster, all the runners were behind me I had taken off, all I was thinking was I’m going to beat everyone in this race.

I’m not sure how much distance I covered, abruptly Susan’s body switched back to mine, I felt heavy, I couldn’t even walk. I felt the spectators  encouraging me to keep on going, it was no use, I was tired, discouraged, found myself a place where I sat down away from the crowd to gather my thoughts,I looked around,luckily I spotted a cab,raised my hand to get his attention, he slowed down, I got in and asked him to drive me home!

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(Moreecheeka)Mirage by Tagore Translated by Ranu

(Moreecheeka) Rabindranath Tagore

I am roaming around anxiously for the smell

that resembles mine.

On a spring night  I cannot find the direction of the southerly wind.

What I want I mistakenly want, what I get I do not desire.

What I am longing for in my heart

comes back to me like a mirage.

I extend my arms to receive it in my heart  but I cannot find it .

What I want I mistakenly want, what I get is not desired by me.

It seems my flute wants to hold on to my music

anxiously.

What I capture does not have my music anymore.

What I want I mistakenly want , What I get I don’t want.

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Birth Discussion by Tagore Translation by Ranu

This is another poem of Tagore,in this he talks to his mother about “Birth.”

The little boy calls his Mom and asks, ‘where did I come from

where did you pick me up from?

Hearing this Mom in a crying and laughing tone      hugged the boy in her chest_

‘you were a wish in my mind.’

You were in my imagination when I played with my doll, in my early morning prayer

I have taken you apart and put you together.

You were with my god    on my prayer throne,

I was thinking of you while I was praying to god.

‘In all my wish forever,in all of my love,

in my mother’s and grandmother’s heart,

in our old home    on my Devi’s lap

I don’t know how long you were hiding there.

In my youth when everything in me unfolded

you were mixed like a fragrance inside me,

you were present in my young body

giving away your gentle loveliness.

‘You are the precious love of all the gods    you are forever old,

you are as old as the morning light.

Your entry into the world is a dream that brings a flow of happiness

you have come to my heart as a new pleasure.

‘After seeing you suddenly    I didn’t understand your mystery___

you belonged to everyone, how did you become mine!

From that body to mine   you became Mom’s baby

with a beautiful smile you showed up on this earth.

‘I am afraid to lose you this is why  I want to hold on to you in my chest,

if you move away from me slightly I begin to cry____

I don’t know what kind of affection has trapped me, to me you are my worldly treasure I want to hold on to you

and  hide you in my fragile arms.’

Rabindranath Tagore with wife Mrinalini Devi from a Pirali Brahmin clan which some Tagores regularly married into (Photo credit: Wikipedia)