Daily Prompt : Noise

In response to prompt : Noise

The terrible noise in the nearby room,

Gave me a sense  of impending doom.

I followed the sound to check it out,

To my dismay I watched  kids running about.

What’s the problem I asked, ‘shouting,’

‘There’s  no problem, we’re  just playing .’

‘Okay,’ is all I could muster,

‘Perhaps you mustn’t fluster!’

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365 Writing Prompts: Feed your senses

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”!

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Writing 101,day four-serially lost-part three

I enjoyed teaching in Gander. The kids were wonderful. Some of them visited Florida several times.

One day David brought a large shell for me from Florida. He was a shy boy, he quietly laid it on my desk.

His friend Jamie said, “Miss did you not notice David brought you a gift from Florida, put it on your ears you will hear the sound of the ocean.”

I did and thanked David profusely for his thoughtfulness and laid it on my desk.

Next day when I entered my classroom  the first thing I noticed, the shell was missing!

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https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/04/10/writing-101day…ost-part-three/

365 Writing Prompts: Non-regional diction

Write about whatever you’d like, but write using regional slang, your dialect or your accent.

This one is tough, since I have not learned to record my voice on this machine i.e my computer. I thought about this prompt all evening unfortunately came up with no solution.

It’s morning I haven’t figured out yet how I’m going to enunciate words without sound. My mind tells me to write a story of how I learned some of the languages I know.

My first language is my mother tongue Bengali, my mother always used dialectal Bengali which everyone thought did not sound like the original language.

My Dad spoke perfect Bengali, the language you read in books, between my Mom and my Dad there were no issues which one we the kids should speak.

We picked the dialect and not the proper Bengali my Dad spoke.

Moving on to my next language it was Urdu, the language our neighbors and my friends spoke, it came to us quite naturally, I do not recall having any difficulty speaking it. This one like other languages must have dialects too, but I wasn’t aware of it. I know the kind that sounds better, it has to be the one written in books.

My third language is English, I learned in school, in my earlier stages I learned it from a British teacher, she had the perfect British accent.

Change of school put me in a place where English was spoken with an Irish accent, we were taught by Irish nuns, so my pronunciation changed, I was always keen to learn to speak like the teacher. The British accent I believe changed to Irish.

To me I didn’t recognize the change because “ha:f was always that, there was no change.”

If the accent remained the same it would be superb but it took a hit when I had to change all the long a– sound to short to conform with the rest of the population in North America, the kids I taught thought I had a strange accent.

I pronounced ‘half’ like ‘man’, from then on kids had nothing to say about how I pronounced the words.

Lately I’m forced to change the spelling, whenever I spell ‘labour’ the Brit way, it is underlined in red, to make it easy I drop the ‘U’ reluctantly.

This is my story of how I learned the languages I know and the changes I had to make to avoid being called “Weird!”

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365 Writing Prompt: Opposite Day

If you normally write non-fiction, post a photo. If you normally write fiction, write a poem.If you normally write poetry, draw a picture.

I’ve traveled far and wide

But never could I hide

My fear of people who sigh

Because I didn’t know why!

 

So I looked up in the sky

To get my answer

All I saw was a bunch of cloud

That made a sound so loud

It made me twirl round and round!

 

I met a man who claimed to have the answer

They sigh to refresh their breath he said

I didn’t believe it

But they all said, that is it!

 

I will never get my answer

So now I think I have no fear

Why should I care if they sigh

There could be a million reason why!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/07/14/365-writing-pr…t-opposite-day/

 

 

 

 

 

DP Daily Prompt:Strike a chord

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Do you play an instrument? Is there a musical instrument whose sound you find particularly pleasing? Tell us a story about your experience or relationship with an instrument of your choice.

I love a few musical instruments, I wanted to learn to play  harmonium, when I was thirteen, my mom thought it was a bad idea, she was afraid I’d neglect my studies. Later on I did learn to play it, I wasn’t able to continue due to lack of time and pressure of studies.

My husband bought a piano for me to satisfy my desire to learn to play it. This time there was a lot of things I was involved with, I could not concentrate on learning to play it. I did continue off and on, now I find I spend more time writing and reading, and  I do not take time to practice the piano.

I love the sound of violin, I have watched this instrument played by various actors  in several movies. There is not much of a story to tell,except I love the way it sounds.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/dp-daily-prompt-5/

365 days Writing Prompt: The normal

Is being “normal”—whatever that means to you —- a good thing or a bad thing? Neither

To me normal means one is physically and mentally sound. I think if a person is normal it is an excellent thing. Think about the two brothers who bombed in the Boston Marathon, killing innocent people , they were not in the right frame of mind, had they been normal they would not have committed such a horrible crime. 

When I think about normal the battle of Hydaspes River fought between Alexander and king Porus comes to mind. This battle was won by Alexander and King Porus was taken prisoner. Alexander asked Porus how he wished to be treated . “Treat me O Alexander , like a King” Porus responded. Alexander despite his victory asked the king how he should be treated, it shows Alexander was in his normal frame of mind or else he would have ordered him killed. Porus showed he was normal when he gave the appropriate reply.

I like it when everything is normal,the weather,peoples behavior, when I say normal weather,I mean we don’t have snow in July, snow in December is completely normal. 

I visited a store once to look at some of the jewelry on display, I looked at some of them, when I wanted to know what else he had, he turned his back and walked away, this attitude clearly showed his behavior towards the customer was not normal, Would I go back to the store again, absolutely not. This is one of the examples of an abnormal behavior.

Being normal I think is a good thing !

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DP Daily Prompt: Mirror Mirror Post by Ranu

The Mirror

The Mirror (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mirror  Mirror what do I see. My bedroom laughing in glee! Why? I’ll tell you why. Perhaps she is thrilled to pieces for having a person like the gentle lady occupying the bedroom. The pictures are there,they are not moved around every three days.It’s occupant is not giving her a tough time changing the furniture every few seconds.She is peaceful.Which according to her is heaven on earth!

What’s more there are no intruders disturbing her tranquility.It’s when the good lady opens the doors of her closet,the screechy sound  hurts her ears. But the mirror rather see a room where there is movement every now and then,otherwise it might seem she is viewing a morgue. It is unacceptable. She is happy knowing the owner needs her services to comb her hair,to get dressed, and place all the paraphernalia in front of her.She is always glad to oblige!

It wasn’t liking  the presence of cats.The cats kept coming and going. They got more attention than the mirror. So one day she took matters in her hand.She decided enough is enough. She is going to have a talk with  this lone member in the room. As soon as she walked in the mirror made a crackling sound. Astonished the lady said,”What’s wrong with you, my dear Mirror?”  ” I’m  unhappy” she  said. “Why”? said the lady.  Mirror:”either you do away with your pets or I’m going to leave.”  Lady:”You know I cannot do that.”  Well then said the Mirror,”I’m going to make a quick exit”. Lady,” how can you make an exit,you are a mirror, and an inanimate object at that”. Mirror was furious,” You Watch what I can do”. Immediately it made a loud noise and broke into smithereens.Nothing was left except broken pieces. So this ends the story of the Mirror.The end was spectacular!

DP Daily Prompt: Feed Your Senses Post by Ranu

The Sense of Sight

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!