Write down the first sight,sound,smell, and sensation you experienced on waking up today. Pick the one you’re most drawn to, and and write( For a bigger challenge, pick the one you’re least drawn to.)
The clock was showing 7.30 am which meant waking up time. I turned on the faucet, the sound of the water and the sensation I felt when I washed my face made me realize I’ve got to turn on the hot water side slightly more to enable it to be a little warmer than lukewarm.
I went to the kitchen for breakfast, I wanted to have something different, porridge every day was too boring, I remembered my husband once remarked, “Ranu ,how can you have porridge day after day, aren’t you tired of it?”
Today I’m finally feeling, “enough of you porridge, I must let you stay in your package, so I can turn my attention to the smell of that wholesome loaf of bread which is inviting me to toast it and eat it.”
I’ll pick the sense of smell for now. It reminds me of all the extraordinary smells we’re greeted with every day. You walk past a restaurant, there is that smell of awesome desserts which seems to beckon me to go in and have that wonderful slice of carrot cake, which makes my mouth water. Then I think of the calories each slice is loaded with I take two steps back, knowing well to consume so many calories is disastrous for my health and body, not to mention the clothes that won’t fit me.
So I keep myself away from that temptation and tell myself, “It’s not that tasty after all, the voice inside me murmurs, ‘Sour Grapes Hmm”!
Image search: Pick a random word and do Google Image search on it.Check out the eleventh picture it brings up. Write about whatever that image brings to mind.
My random word is snarl-up. The eleventh picture was a traffic jam.
While looking at it I remembered the traffic jam in Dhaka, I was going back home in my brother’s car, all around us were impatient drivers blowing their horns, some trying to go in front of the vehicle that was ahead of them.
It was a very warm day , I could smell the gasoline, the smell of trash, food, pedestrians crossing the road, there were cattle moving along the road, it was simply chaos. I was praying that there is no accident which would further delay us.
After about forty minutes the vehicles were crawling and we knew this might be another day of frustration for us.
To make matters worse the bus drivers were screaming at the top of their lungs to let them go ahead, they didn’t care there was bumper to bumper traffic they needed to be patient.
When we finally reached our destination after two hours, I told myself I’m not going out shopping, this is it!
Tell us about a time you couldn’t quite get your words or images to express what you wanted to express. What do you think the barrier was? For bonus points try again.
I was in the dining hall of William Goodenough House in London UK. The issue that day was food they were serving, the smell completely overpowered my senses,I was certain I’ve never smelled anything so vile,I was in line to be served I did not want the food, but could not express to the chef how revolting it was. To be on the safe side and to avoid any controversy I pointed out the bread I wanted, she looked at me and said, “Is this all you want?”
“Yes” I said and moved on. While I was sitting in the dining hall I kept thinking why didn’t I tell her the real reason for wanting only bread when there were other foods I could have. I did not want her to think I was rude.
Today I won’t hesitate to speak my mind, I’d tell her: everything smells like pork,I do not eat pork!
If you were forced to give up one sense ,but gain super sensitivity in another, which sense would you choose.
The five senses are: Hear; See; Smell; Taste; Touch.
Let me analyze these senses and see which one can I sacrifice to gain super sensitivity in another.
I’ll start with “Hear”, this sense enlivens me, if I lose it I won’t enjoy all the amazing sounds that gives me joy and comfort, would I or can I forego this sense for some other super sense I’m afraid I cannot. It is too important.
Next is, “See” sense of sight,without it I’ll miss the color of the sky, an exquisite art work of famous artists; read my books piled up before me; watch the growth of my cute kittens; there are so many other things I’d miss, is it worth giving up this sense to gain super sensitivity in another, oh no never!
Smell is a necessity for me without it I won’t know if what I’m cooking is burning. I’d miss the fragrance of flowers; I won’t be able to get early warning if there is a fire in my house; the foul smell that the skunk gives off when threatened.
Taste is very important sense to have, if we lose it we won’t be able to distinguish between good and bad taste, I cannot give this one either.
Touch is an important sense in our lives, it helps us differentiate between soft and rough fabric; makes us aware of things that are too hot; show love and affection; how warm is our bath water to avoid burning our body.
These are the main reasons I am unable to decide which one of the senses I can give up,each one is different.
From the yeasty warmth of freshly baked bread to the clean, summery haze of lavender flowers, we all have favorite smells we find particularly comforting, What’s yours?
This month my favorite smell which is particularly comforting is food, any kind, spicy,non spicy, sweet, sour you name it, I like it.
When I wake up in the morning I’m disheartened when I see the clock tells me it’s eight in the morning, I sit on my comfortable couch and begin counting how many more hours I’d have to wait to smell and eventually eat the food. Would you believe it’s another twelve hours before I get to smell and eat.
While I wait I turn on the TV and watch the food network, there is a show called chopped and another one is ‘Cut throat Kitchen’, this one is amazing how the chefs do everything to get ahead of the next person. It’s helpful to me, my time passes quickly.
Yesterday the sun set at 8.53 pm which meant it was time for me to eat. After fasting so long the craving for food suddenly disappeared.
Human ear icon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Hmm,good question , if I were forced to give up one sense,but gain super sensitivity in another,which senses would I choose. It is truly difficult to answer.
Let me see I need my eyesight,without it would be a dull world.I’d have to give up looking at the wonders of nature,the novels of awesome writers, will be deprived of enjoying my children growing up. I’d have a hard time choosing my food.And the list goes on.It’s settled I cannot sacrifice my eyesight.
Next in line is sense of hearing. Now a days everything is so loud,it makes me feel one of these days,I’d lose this sense. Wait a minute can I give it up totally? I think not.I’d miss hearing Celine Dionnes songs,then there is my all time favourite poet Tagore’s songs,Poet Iqbal’s beautiful poetry,Songs of Rafi,Talat Mehmood,Frank Sinatra, and oh so many others. I can’t give up this sense either.
Sense of smell is very important,it warns us of impending danger. It keeps us away from foods that are not healthy.
Touch and taste have their importance, we couldn’t enjoy food if it’s not tasty. We need to touch different things to differentiate between good and bad.
I conclude here by saying I cannot sacrifice any of these senses!
The Sense of Sight (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The first thing that attracted my sense of sight was the clock,it was reminding me to leave the bed. Seven O Clock already,I have so much to do. My sense of sound was probably in a deep coma,I honestly did not hear anything. My nose surely was blocked this sense of mine was happy to let my sight do everything while it lies dormant.
Given the fact,today is the day,my sight will shoulder the responsibility of moving me around, I made up my mind to follow it closely. I got up, “Get Your Tooth Brush”, it said. I did that,I suppose it wants me to brush my teeth. After completing my work in the bathroom. I followed it to the kitchen. It was morning and time for breakfast.
Now my sense of sound was ready to do its chore, turned on the faucet and poured water. put the kettle on the stove to heat water. Took out milk and a teabag and put both in the mug.Microwave oven was on to heat the the teabag and milk. The water was boiling,alerting to make tea. Next step was to toast bread in the toaster oven. When it was all done, smell was only too happy to do its chore,the smell of tea woke my drowsy sense,the toast aroused my hunger.I sat down and had a mug of warm tea,ate my toast.
I thanked all my senses for helping me welcome morning. I feel though,sight should get most of the credit,without it moving around would be troublesome!
English: Agraulis vanillae butterfly. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This morning I woke up,
and noticed a gorgeous butterfly on my shelf
its two motionless wings were spread out_
It was silky green with white stripes on its back,
It came in the evening
when it saw the light
all night it thought
where am I
I don’t smell the woods,
the decorated house meant nothing to it.
It is a strange world we are in;
millions of minds
in the same world
know that we are passengers,
striving night and day
we have the same goal
to work for our freedom
in this world.
The butterfly sitting on that book
feels the touch
can see it too;
the truth about the book
is not true to it at all,
in the gloomy darkness.
It recognizes honey
but it will never know the mystery of honey.
It gets its food from floral leaves,
It looks for it daily
because it is greedy
it does not know
there is indescribable beauty,
which is so dear__
that feeling is far away
Here I am,
my mind is busy sorting truth.
which cannot be taken away
I am looking for it above and beyond .
What is there
it does not know
that whatever is clear to my mind ,maybe it’s close
here now,right here
I go beyond the limits of my feeling
in search of beauty
its home is in the light
that light is unknown to me.
(Moreecheeka) Rabindranath Tagore
I am roaming around anxiously for the smell
that resembles mine.
On a spring night I cannot find the direction of the southerly wind.
What I want I mistakenly want, what I get I do not desire.
What I am longing for in my heart
comes back to me like a mirage.
I extend my arms to receive it in my heart but I cannot find it .
What I want I mistakenly want, what I get is not desired by me.
It seems my flute wants to hold on to my music
What I capture does not have my music anymore.
What I want I mistakenly want , What I get I don’t want.