Head to “Blogs I Follow”. Scroll down to the third post in the list.Take the third sentence in the post , and work it into your own.
(Indira’s blog: purpose, third sentence from the top)
‘Why not come with me, I’ll adopt you , give you education and we will take care of each other.’
She was a girl lost, looking for her parents, she did not know where she was, she was scared , hungry and tired. I looked at her and wondered who she was and how she landed at my doorstep.
I was lost in my thoughts and wondered how I could help this little lost girl,suddenly a thought came to my mind, why not I go for a walk with her immediately I asked,”would you like to go for a walk with me?”
Her face brightened up it appeared she was hoping I’d ask something like that. She volunteered to walk ahead of me. I had no problem, I agreed, along the way we encountered a lot of places I had never seen.
I could see a large pond where children her age were playing, their mothers were keeping a watchful eye.
Out of the blue I saw an elderly woman coming towards us, we stopped, the woman opened her arms wide and said: “Tu kahan chali gayee thi hum tujhe dhoond rahe the”(where did you go we were looking for you?)
She looked at me as if asking can I leave I’ve found my grandmother!
Tell us about a sensation,a taste, a smell, a piece of music– that transports you back to childhood.
There is a song, the lyrics are written by Tagore, it is in Bengali, which is my mother tongue.Every time I hear it, I recall the day I heard it, how much I loved it and felt I could listen to this forever.
Here is the song, I copied it from Youtube:
In this song Tagore talks about his passing, he says everything will be the same, only his footsteps will be missing, the boats will be there buying and selling will go on like before, he reminds his readers and fans to stop thinking about him and calling him.
There will be signs of his absence, such as his musical instrument will be full of dust, his house will have thorny creepers growing around it. His garden will be covered with weeds and thick grass. Moss and lichen will surround the pond, reminding everyone that their favorite poet is no longer there.
Then he assures us he won’t be gone forever, he’d be back with a new name, will have new friends and will be back on the playground having a great time.