In response to daily post’s prompt: Pause
It is healthy to pause when working on something important. Our mind needs a break to work efficiently if we can give it rest. Even five minutes can make a difference.
In teaching institutions like schools, colleges, and universities. It is worthwhile for students to have a break, when they can have a cup of coffee, tea or refreshments to break the continuous monotony of reading, writing, and other subjects related to school.
I feel at times I do not give myself sufficient time out, when I can get up stretch my muscles, drink some water or juice. Since our body is like a machine we must take care of it and make sure we do not make it work more than is necessary. If we don’t our performance will suffer and as a result our work will be unsatisfactory.
Eastern Jungle Crows, Bangladesh (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I think I am ready to pause my real life and search my inner self for a place and family I’d spend with for a little while. I have traveled various places,met a multitude of people old young and in-between. Never did I find anyone sincere for me to trust.
Since I read today’s prompt,I feel I know where I’d like to live for a while. It is my maternal Grandpa’s home.It is in Bangladesh,in a small village,where the inhabitants know each other and live in complete harmony.Though it is not an imaginary place, it sure feels I’d have perfect peace and tranquility.
I’m dreaming of this place,I found friendship,innocence here. I can hear the maid saying, “Bhabi”( sister-in-law) why aren’t the crows afraid of me? She was guarding the courtyard so the crows wouldn’t eat the crops spread out to dry. I looked out,I knew why the crows were not petrified, the slingshot was pointed at herself not the crows. I learned from this incidence,how intelligent those birds were, even birds can detect how ignorant we are at times. I laughed and showed her how it should be used if she wanted any result.
People are warm and friendly they do not try to hurt you,they are ever ready to help. For me to leave the comfort of my place to the unknown certainly does not lure me,rather I must have an idea. This is where my Grandpa and Grandma lived. I’m hoping nothing has changed. I would spend sometime there,watching nature in full bloom,the birds singing,children laughing and crying,mothers carrying their baby to the temporary market place,fathers working in the fields and singing loudly showing they’re having fun. Where probably out of the blue my enthusiasm to write poetry will surface. I’d hum the song , ‘O give me a home where the buffaloes roam and the sky is not cloudy all day!’