Writing 101,Day Nineteen: Don’t stop the Rockin’

Today is a free writing day.Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing don’t stop. No self-editing,no trash talking, and no second-guessing : just go. Bonus points if you tackle the idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.

Four-hundred words one at a time Go.

I spend hours thinking how my childhood could have been if it was not cut short by my father’s passing. I know we’d live in the same house, we had to my father was working and we’d need a place to live. We lived in an ideal place at least my memory of childhood tells me so.

A large house, a race course nearby to walk and watch the horse race, the jockeys trying hard to win it for their owners. It was wonderful to watch, then we’d walk further to see if there were other things that would catch our fancy, oh yes, one after the other life was showing us the beauty of the place we lived.

Then the worst happened Dad was with us no longer. We moved to a far away place  we knew nothing about. The people sold vegetables ,fish, chicken from door to door. While I watched and complained to mom that the potatoes were too tiny and the onions were unattractive, mom would laugh and say the reason is the soil, the weather and things like that.

I’m not sure she convinced me but I know I did not like the place so I picked everything negative about it. We started growing up all the while thinking Dad would come back because he cannot leave us forever.

Then big brother was married, he changed, he did not love us anymore. He was always angry with us. I was terribly scared of him and stayed quiet thinking if I say anything he’d hit me. At the same time wondered would he have changed so much if Dad was alive, my mind said, no . Dad certainly would not let him do so.

I wished we’d be the happy family we once were, but things did not let us be happy. Mom was constantly worried about money, she had to spend as little as possible to save some of it.

I finished high school, went to college, I did not like how the boys used to tease me. I managed to get admission in a girls college, to avoid getting teased everyday, it was awful.

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365 Writing Prompts: April 2, 2015

When I was a child, I was never attached  to any inanimate object. Sure I played with some, at the end of the day, it disappeared, I did not care to look for it.

We my siblings and I spent hours playing with flat pieces of stone, we lay one on top of the other, when it had a reasonable height, we struck it with a round stone to scatter the flat pieces, this continued until we had enough of it.

Our next interest was to explore the neighborhood, there were many queer places which always attracted our attention, one day we decided to visit one of the places, it was near a race course, we walked on and on and suddenly saw a crowd of people ,we had to know what they were up to. We were delighted to see a group of people frying parathas  in a giant-sized wok outdoors. These flat round breads looked delicious. We had no money but the guys were giving them to every one there, we stood watching them one of them invited us to join them.

I can still taste those delicious flat breads.

Attaching myself to material objects I fear is a waste of time, if it is lost I’d be weeping for endless number of days. My way is better playing with stones found on the ground can never attract anyone’s attention, it can be left anywhere there is no danger of losing them.

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