Daily Prompt : Fragrance

In response to daily prompt : Fragrance

When I think of fragrance, aroma, or a pleasant smell,  I think of my mom’s chicken in yogurt sauce , instantly it awakens my appetite, I cannot  wait to taste it.

Chicken by itself has no pleasing qualities, whether I look at it or smell its flesh, it turns me off. I turn around  to see something more pleasing to my eyes than a body of a chicken. It is so strange when this same animal when it’s smeared with the spices in my mother’s cupboard, cooked by my mom, I forget an hour ago, I disliked it  and now am eager to eat it.

The spices my mother uses are, ginger, garlic, cumin, coriander, cloves, nutmeg, cardamoms green and brown, cayenne, cinnamon stick and the bay leaf,mixed together with fried onions, clarified butter and yogurt, they give  the most heavenly aroma.  These are the ingredients my mom uses to cook the chicken.

This is the   recipe to cook  chicken in yogurt sauce. It’s flavor is unbelievable and it is very tasty!

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Writing 101, Day Four: A story in a single image

Image of a handful of blueberries: Download by Maja Petric

I chose the image from unsplash.com

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For this exercise , use one of the images as the creative spark for today’s post. You might use it as a setting for a story or poem, write about how it makes you feel, or describe a memory conjured by it.

Hands full of blueberries,

For you I’ve brought to see.

They are luscious and pretty,

I bet you will agree.

 

You can use them to make pies,

Or for muffins or  cookies,

Or we can eat them ,

And  show our purple teeth .

 

Friends will turn away,

Neighbors too,

Young Patsy will hide her face,

And  will yell, “what have you done?”

 

“I cannot call you mom anymore,

My friends will make fun of me,”

They will say, “you are crazy,”

I will say,” it’s your imagination!”

 

Then let’s not eat it,

Just plain,

let’s make muffins,

For us to devour it.

 

Muffins I baked,

We sat together and ate,

Oh how much fun we had,

Sang loudly our good friend Kate!!

Well I tried to use the image in a make-believe poem. I am not good writing poems you can see. I will appreciate your feed back dear  participants. 🙂

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Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera

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Do you believe in fate or do you believe you can control your destiny?

The prompt today, reminds me  of my favorite song, Que Sera Sera, whatever will be will be.

When I was a little girl I never asked my mother what will I be. I knew nothing about fate or destiny. I was living each day to the fullest, I played with my siblings, I watched my mother cook, sometimes imitated her. Then I’d sit on the grass beside my Dad’s easy chair and talk to him for hours, of course this was after school and my Dad was back from work.

Then one morning at about ten AM . I heard a loud scream coming from Dad’s bedroom. We were playing i.e  we the young ones. We stopped and rushed to  Dad’s bedroom. There to my utmost horror I found my mother crying and my Dad was dying.

In one hour everything changed, we were crying , we had no idea our Dad had left us for good. Within six months we moved out of our precious home to go to an unknown place, it was my parents original homeland. There was no home waiting for us, my elder brother made arrangements to go to our maternal grandparents home in the village, until he could buy one in the small town nearby.

After six months my brother found a house for sale and bought it. If I were to guess what all this was called, I’d say it was our fate. We couldn’t control our Dad’s death, it would happen, it is here that God takes the reins in His hands. My Dad’s time was up, we couldn’t implore God to give us more time, His decree was final.

Sadly we understood,no one can change fate. It took us a long time, but we learned to accept it, and how cruel it is.

Destiny however was a challenge, I was twelve, with Dad’s passing there was no income, although  Dad was an Assistant Secretary in the Ministry Of Defense, his family was denied pension, their argument was, he died before  he was fifty-five years old, hence his family was ineligible for pension.

My Dad had provident fund where he had some money and life insurance. It probably was sufficient for us to live on for a while. Here my brother played with destiny and almost lost all of it by trying to invest in a business.

We realized soon enough we can change our destiny if we seriously studied and got a good education. Most of us siblings did that , accomplished our goal, except the two black sheep in the family, they had no desire to change.

I believe it’s possible to change our destiny if we put in the effort. I studied, got an education which helped me  get a job. Had I done the  opposite, I wouldn’t be doing this prompt today but struggling to survive!

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Daily Prompt: Helpless

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Helplessness: that dull sick feeling of not being on the reins. When did you last feel like that– and what did you do about it?

I had several days like that. One of them was when my Mom told me I could only stay at my friend’s house for an hour. She was firm and I was scared.

One might think perhaps I was a teenager and a naughty one so mom had to rein me in. It was nothing like that. I had completed all my education, a master’s degree in History and an education degree as well. I was teaching in a local school.

My friend also finished her degrees like me, she came from a respectable family, her mom let her come to my house whenever she wished, but my mom was not in favor of letting me go to her house. She did not have a brother, she only had one little sister.

I felt strange that at age twenty two my mom would be so strict with me. Anyway, I did nothing I went to my friend’s house, first thing I told her was I’m only allowed to spend one hour with her. When the clock told me my time was up, I quickly hired a rickshaw and came home.

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Daily Prompt: Dear Mom

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Write a letter to your mom.Tell her something you’ve always wanted to say, but haven’t been able to.

Dear Mom,

When I was a little girl, I loved listening to songs, I wanted you to hire a teacher for me, so I could learn to sing. You refused, you thought I would give up my studies and will be illiterate.

You hired a teacher for Yasmin and bought her a harmonium as well. I wish you’d give me the same opportunity as you gave her. I know it’s too late now and you might say,”Let bygone’s be bygone’s “, sometimes I feel sad thinking I could not learn something I loved because you did not trust me.

I know you had lots to worry about after dad passed away, you had to take care of everything by yourself. I’m sorry to bring this subject again, it only gives heartbreak to both of us.

I will try not to bring this subject anymore, I do love you for everything you’ve done for us.

All the best to you mom.

Regards,

Your daughter,

Ranu  🙂

Daily Prompt: Honorific

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If you pick one person to commemorated on a day dedicated to him/her alone, who would you choose?

I would choose my Mom. When  my Dad passed away, we the siblings were very young. My Mom took care of us and reminded us we can achieve anything we want, we only have to concentrate on our studies.

We all studied hard except, one of my older brothers refused to study. Even if my Dad was alive he wouldn’t be able to make him go to school.

My mom was an inspiration to us. She was a very pious lady and taught us never to spend time back biting, this is one of the things God dislikes.No matter how many good deeds we do, it will all be useless if we continue to speak ill of others.

She was very kind to her own siblings and her parents. Before she got married she helped my grandparents with the cooking . My mom had a sister eight years older than her, my mom was the one my grandparents thought would be able to do the work around the house.

Daily Prompts: Move to Tears

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Describe the last time you were moved to tears by something beautiful.

I  was moved  to tears,by the  the children I taught. They unconditionally supported me, prejudice was a word never found in their dictionary. They knew they never saw someone like me.

I wore a sari, I had black hair and I spoke another language besides English. My  long black hair,  fascinated them. They’d come to my desk not for help but to know if my hair was real. On several occasions they touched my hair and let their classmates know it felt  real.

It was my first year teaching in that school, there were only two weeks left for Christmas, the kids got busy buying gifts for me. I wasn’t aware that the kids give Christmas presents to their teacher.

Recess time I went to the staff room to spend a few minutes away from my classroom. When the bell rang announcing recess was over, I went back to my classroom, there on my desk were neatly packaged gifts. I went to the staff room to ask one of the teachers,if I was allowed to accept the gifts. “You must” she said, “or else you’d break their heart.”

I went back to my classroom found the kids very quiet, I instantly said, “Thank you children, it is so nice of you to bring gifts for me.”

One of them stood up and asked, “Do you like our gifts, I went with my mom to pick yours?”

The sweetness of his tender voice made me emotional, I was moved to tears. I looked at him and could only say, “so nice of you Jamie, I love all your gifts!”

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DP Daily Prompt: Four Stars

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Write a review of your life— or someone close to you—as if it were a movie or a book.

I was the seventh child of my parents and the second daughter. I was told  I was born after my mom lost her ten month old son.

My sister informed  me mom sat in a corner every day and cried for her son who passed away.

I had an unusual malady as an infant I fainted without any reason, once my aunt had me on her lap, I suddenly fainted, my aunt cried and said, “Apa(big sister) I did not do anything.”

Before my mom could reply,my sister blurted out, “You didn’t do anything she always faints without reason.”

When my sister narrated  this I knew how much my sister loved me i.e. (hated me).

I loved poetry early on, I’d hang out with my older brothers and listened when they memorized poems esp. the funny ones. My memory was sharp, I recited the poem before my brothers  could learn by rote.

I loved singing quietly when no one was watching, the songs the nuns taught were my favorite.

I spent my time reciting my favorite poems and singing. My siblings always found me in the corner of my room, squatting on the floor singing.

I loved to go to school, but when I was unable to complete my homework, I’d make an excuse and stayed home. This angered my sister so much she’d scream at the top of her lungs with the words, “Dad is spoiling her.”

Life according to me was playing with my siblings, having fun moving around the neighborhood exploring a brand new place every day. I never ever thought what I’d like to be when I grow up, these feelings never found its way  in my mind.

When I was eleven my Dad planned a trip to Bangladesh, it was the first time I saw my aunts,  uncles and cousins. Before I saw them in real life I wondered if I have these relatives that my friends boasted about. The mystery was solved I too have near and dear ones like them.

I barely turned twelve, it was a Wednesday morning, the sun was bright, we the younger siblings came out of the house to play as usual, a loud scream from my mother caught our attention, we raced inside, mom was in Dad’s room, we all went in, to my absolute horror I witnessed my dad taking his last breath.

Things were not the same after this incident,my mom announced we will go to Bangladesh for good.

Everyone in the family was heartbroken as we packed our belongings to leave the place we called home for so long!

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Fiction : Isolated

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Seventeen year old Melanie was tired of living in an isolated village, she pleaded with her mother to leave this lonely village to a larger community where she’d find girls her own age to hang out with.

Her mother wasn’t thrilled with this idea, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to survive with the amount of money she received from her ex-husband.

She wanted her daughter to be happy, she discussed the idea of moving with her close friend, her friend encouraged her to try.

They moved to a larger community close by, mom soon realized every thing cost more, she was running out of money, to get by she sold most of her things.

They were broke, in school Melanie could not make friends, the girls were too snobby, she was unhappy, Melanie and her mom soon understood their small   lonely village was far better, at least they had friends!

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https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/04/13/fiction-isolated/

 

 

Writing 101- Prompt-3

Write about three most important songs in your life– what do they mean to you?

I have a lot of songs in my mind and they all mean a lot to me. I sing quietly at times when I am sad, some give me the strength to forget my worries and move on, others make me happy.

To me songs have a unique reaction for me it calms my mind when someone hurts my feelings, I can spend hours listening to songs that are uplifting.

Here is one that I love,: Thank you Allah!

I am ready to commit to a writing practice, this is my first writing practice:

I woke up at 5am to pray .After spending an hour,I felt sleepy, I told myself I’ll wake up at 7 am but ended up sleeping longer. I got dressed to get ready to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I always have porridge for breakfast, one of these days I’d be so sick of it I’ll never look at it.For now I am religiously eating it.

I came back to my room to turn on my computer hoping someone remembers me and will write a nice email to me, but no luck . I’m writing this twist as they call it for fifteen minutes. I may pick up “Atlas Shrugged ” to read .The part I started reading was very interesting, Dagny is quite the brave woman, going to a little diner, I don’t think I would,then again I’m scared of everything, even when a dog barks I think it will bite me. How foolish you’d say, but I have my reason,I was chased by a bunch of dogs when I was six, only because I was carrying a little note for my sister’s friend.

What can I say about my big sister she is such a bully, if you don’t listen to her she’d scream your ears off, do I want to hear her scream, no would you, her voice is so shrill. I tell you she’s no Julie Andrews , the hills won’t come alive when she sings, they’ll disappear.

She used to tell me I’ll never be anything because I did not spend my time with a book like she did.Now that i think about it I bet she did not study all thjose times she had a book in front of her. I know she did not want to do any chores around the house, so Mom thought her sweet old daughter is so studious.

Mom thought Ranu never looks at a book, she’s the one who should do all the chores, she won’t be as learned as the big daughter. Guess what I proved her wrong, I got as many degrees as she did, not only that, I have one more.

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https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/04/08/writing-101-prompt-3/