DP Daily Prompt: Golden Key

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You’ve been given a key that can open one building, room,locker, or box to which you don’t normally have access. How do you use it, and why?

‘Golden Key’ Wow! There are quite a few to choose from,  building sounds more fascinating than room,locker,or box.

I think I’ll use my key to open the building, it has so many possibilities, there might be some Ogre hiding there or a sleeping princess or a room full of gold and precious jewels.

Human mind is strange of all the things before me why did I choose a building, perhaps the word building means larger than the other alternatives.

I took my key and went straight to the building, when I opened there was a hush,I took two small steps and prayed, “Please God, I know I’ve made a mistake let me get out of here safely.”

“You want to get out safely?” Someone hollered.

“Please do not hurt me I cried, I do not want anything I want to go back to my house.”

“What if I tell you there is no way out of this building once you are in,” the invisible man shouted.

Fear made me sweat, I cried, “Take my key, please let me go, I promise I’ll never come here again.”

Suddenly I found someone’s arms around me, it was my daughter trying to wake me up, Mom she said, “you had a nightmare wake up!”

“Where is the key I asked?”

“What! There is no key I told you, you had a nightmare!

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/11/17/dp-daily-prompt-golden-key/

DP Daily Prompt: West End Girls

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I lived in a big city until I was twelve. I only saw girls in my school. There was a distinct difference between rich and poor. We had uniforms so the rich girls and boys had to conform.

The difference I saw then was their mode of transportation, while we rode the school bus , they came in fancy cars. Even at that young age they were conscious of their parent’s position.

We all spoke English, as it was a school where the medium of instruction was English. The teachers were nuns. I was one who observed the way the rich spoke English. Their style was unique you’d think they landed in our premises in some kind of golden chariots, and were literally afraid to interact with us. I was amused to watch them,I felt like telling them ,”Hey all you prince and princesses why don’t you go somewhere where there are more snobs like you.”

That was until I was twelve years old. After twelve the scenery changed drastically. We were in a small town. Everyone was normal. There was none of that look, “I’m better than you.”

Our aim was to see who gets better marks. No one was concerned about our attire. We all dressed in ordinary clothes. There may have been some rich kids but I couldn’t see any difference.

We tried to dress up to attend a wedding or a party, which was according to our means. Occasionally we met some women comparing their jewelry with the woman sitting next to her. That was no big deal.

I must say I felt right at home with the small town kids. They were innocent,well-behaved and used their time studying.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/18/daily-prompt-west-end-girls/

DP Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen https://sabethville.wordpress.com

I hear about ‘Sweet Sixteen often. I didn’t get the pleasure of celebrating it. It came and went like any other day in the calendar. When I think hard,I remember I was in college. Mom received a letter from one of my brothers, my second eldest brother was critically ill. Mom had the letter in her hand crying a river. I’d have to go to Chittagong ASAP to look after him. Was there anyone else with him,I know you’d think? My eldest brother, his cranky wife and did I forget, my sister who considered herself a princess would probably had no time to look after the brother.

Who would be shipped there but little old me?  I should feel good at the thought, Mom didn’t trust them . Here’s the problem I was acting as a nurse for my brother,I’d assume this was the reason for me to be there. Then the cranky one would bellow as if I was taking away her freedom.

After a few days of helping my brother, I suddenly overheard the princess telling the other siblings, I was there because I wanted to skip school. I get it they do not require my services any longer. Is this the way to show gratitude? Well I don’t know how anyone else would react,I packed my bag in a jiffy and was out the door, the princess was inwardly pleased but stopped me and said, “Ranu where are you going? My reply was I’ve heard your voice which is enough for me to leave.

This was my “Sweet Sixteen story, I bet you’re surprised !

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Peeaari Lady-love By Tagore translated by Ranu

With a lamp came the princess

in the courtyard , name is Lady-love.

River Yamuna - View from Tajmahal

River Yamuna – View from Tajmahal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I ask  ,why are you here?

Quietly says she, I want nothing.

Recognize me well is all I want,

Fill your mind with this light.

I visit your courtyard back and forth,

the flowers get breeze because of me.

When Jasmine blossoms in the woods,

I announce their  arrival in my loose piece of cloth.

The flowers blossoming every where,

I delight them by giving my touch.

The morning star  visible in dawn,

I accurately show her what to see.

When my jingling anklet is heard

the blades of  grass  shiver excitedly.

Beds of flower decorated in your garden,

all whisper  to each  other, lady-love is here.

The sun gives its lustre to the morning clouds,

The woods are awake on the coming of Lady-love .

The night of full moon brings the swinging Spring,

‘Lady-love,Lady-love’ they noisily sing.

Breeze of the mango blossoms excite the villagers ,

they are playing the flutes in Lady-love’s name.

The fall fills the Jumna with water,

‘Lady-love  Lady-love’  they sing all along the shore.’