Daily Prompt: Overcome

In response to prompt : Overcome

Overcome with fatigue and hunger the traveller, stopped in a park, he saw a huge oak tree, felt it was the right place to stop. He sat under the tree to rest, it was comfortable, closed his eyes and before he knew it he fell asleep.

A sweet voice awakened him, he looked up, there she was a tiny girl, she asked,   ‘Why are you sleeping under the tree, don’t you have a home, come with me and stay in our home, I will call you my grandpa.’

Overwhelmed by emotion, the traveller looked at the little angel, he was speechless. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

The girl shook him,  ‘Oh don’t cry,’  she said,  ‘my mom and I will take good care of you, you stay with us and tell me stories, I love them, mom is always busy. I will call you my pretend grandpa.’

This invitation by the girl, touched his heart, he burst out crying. He said, ‘ your mom doesn’t know me, she may not like me to stay in your house.’

‘My mom will be happy to have you in our house, we’ll be a happy family,’   she said.

She suddenly ran to get her mom, who was sitting on a bench. At first mom wasn’t too sure to have a stranger living with them, when she  noticed her daughter’s sad face, she made up her mind to give it a try.

The girl and her mother took the traveller home. He was given a furnished bedroom. The little angel  loved to have her pretend grandpa as she called him. They enjoyed each others company, life was much better!

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Song: Bengali song : singers Bashir and Anjuman Ara; Posted and translated by ranu

This is a song sung by a  female singer I used to know.She is a Bengali. She had a very sweet and amiable disposition which is rare among those who reach the heights of fame.I’m translating this song to celebrate the memory of a person who was loved by those of us who knew her.

The sky has heaps of blue

The air has some scent

the night is lighted by the glow- worm

the stream has a soft rhythm

Only my hands are empty

but  my eyes are full of tears

My lonely heart has closed the doors of hope

I cannot understand what’s wrong with  me

Why can’t I overcome my bashfulness

I’ve tried to tell many times but could not

I fail to understand how will I say it

How long can I aimlessly drift in this thought

I know not why I have this conflict!

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