Daily Prompt: Practice makes Perfect

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Tell us about a talent you’d love to have ….. but don’t.

I’d like to be an expert in sewing. I have the right tools,e.g  my sewing machine , spools of thread, fabrics of all varieties, needles, you name it I’ve got it. I even have time and lots of it. What’s keeping me from becoming a seamstress is the lack of a room to get started.

I have plenty of space in my house but is occupied by my kid who hasn’t find time yet to clean up one of those rooms, that she can easily clean and let me set up my paraphernalia of sewing tools.

Life is tough you want to earnestly do something, but there is always one thing that gets in the way of my creativity. I sit and wait and hope one day it will all come together and I’ll be on my way to happy sewing. Till that day comes I will imagine all the cool stuff that I will make and have people come around and see my masterpieces and be in complete awe of my heavenly creation. Sounds something like the milkmaid story, “building castles in the air” doesn’t it? 😦

Writing Prompt: It’s Too Late Doctor

Far away in a town of two hundred people there lived a mother and son,   they were living a comfortable life, the mother was a seamstress, whatever she earned was enough to take care of herself  and her son Jared.

Jared was two years old when his father went on a hunting expedition. He went for a week, but a week later there was no sign of him. After a month long wait the mother gave up hope. She knew she had to find something to do to feed herself and her little boy.

The opportunity came in the right moment, a young woman needed to get a gown stitched for a very important occasion. She was going to be married in a month’s time, she couldn’t find anyone who would sew it for her. She sent her friends and family door to door if there was someone in town available who could stitch for her.

Her people were tired of knocking doors and promised they’ll try one more and give up if they didn’t find the right person. Fate was smiling at both the young lady and Jared’s mother. Jared’s mother Poppy was the last person whose door was knocked.

Poppy was a delightful and charming woman, she welcomed the people in her house. They told her what they were looking for Poppy was happy to oblige. There was one problem, she did not have a sewing machine.

A sewing machine was purchased by the young woman and had it delivered to Poppy’s house.  Poppy started sewing , she had a week to do the job. She stitched the gown on time for the wedding. The young woman gave the machine to Poppy. Poppy was ecstatic, she would be able to earn money by sewing.

Jared and his mother were doing well,they were happy and contented. Jared was playing outdoors one day, he heard someone calling him,he turned around and saw an old man smiling and calling him. His mother always cautioned him to stay away from strangers. Something about the old man made him curious, he walked towards him and asked, “What do you want, and how do you know my name?”

“I live in that small hut nearby, I always hear your mother calling you, this is how I know your name, ” said the man.

What do you want,Jared asked?

I want to show you something if you come with me to my hut, the man said.

Jared was confused he knew his mother cautioned him about strangers, but the man in front of him looked kind, he wouldn’t hurt him is what he thought.

I’ll go with you for a few minutes Jared said. The man agreed, they started walking, it seemed his house wasn’t nearby but a long way away. Jared wanted to turn around and go home but he couldn’t remember which way to go, reluctantly he continued on this never ending journey.

He noticed the road where they turned was long and narrow ,the man told him his hut was a few feet away. The hut before him was shabby, the roof was tilted on one side, there was a  broken door, it had no windows. Behind the broken door,he heard a faint cry, Jared was scared, he still tried to be calm. The man took him in and showed a little cot where lay a tiny infant.

“You see this is my little baby, her mother left me now I have to take care of her. I brought you here to help me.”

I am only a little boy, how can I take care of her, Jared replied.

I’ll teach you do not worry the man said. It took Jared long a time to realize that a nice face does not necessarily mean a nice person.

Everyday he thought of running away but he was unsuccessful. Luckily the man went out to run some errands, Jared took this opportunity to escape.

He kept running and crying for someone to save him. Luckily one of his mother’s friend spotted him. She took him home. Poppy was begging everyone to find her son. When she saw her son after such a long time, she collapsed on the floor. The townspeople were frantic they looked for a doctor to save their wonderful seamstress.

They found one after many hours, the woman who volunteered to take care of Poppy, while the citizens were busy looking for a doctor, came forward when the announcement of finding the doctor was made.

She looked at him and said,”It’s Too Late Doctor.”

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DP Daily Prompt: Express Yourself Post by Ranu



I bought some material for a set of outfit to be stitched by a tailor.I was in Chicago,I didn’t know anyone who could do a perfect job. feeling totally flustered I  asked the sales girl.She gave me the address of a new seamstress,she had arrived from Karachi,looking for work. My brother-in-law and I found the address.I was delighted thinking,finally there is someone who could do the job for me.

With that thought I rang the doorbell,a very young girl opened the door.Her size,looks, completely confused me. I thought,’she is too young to sew the outfit I want’.I couldn’t just stand at the doorstep,an explanation why I was there seemed necessary at that point. Instantly I found out she didn’t speak English,what could be her mother tongue?

She spoke Urdu,I knew the language but did not have an occasion to speak it. So the obvious happened,I mixed both English and Urdu to communicate, I desperately wanted her to understand. I was lucky she figured it out. I used hand signals,a bit of Urdu and a whole lot of English words to tell her what I wanted and how long it will take. I came home happy to find a seamstress,who will make an outfit for me.

My brother-in-law with whom I didn’t get along made fun of me for forgetting a language I learned in my childhood. They say,’Practice makes one Perfect’,I truly believe in it!