365 Writing Prompts: Turn,turn, turn,

For many of us, winter is blooming into spring, or fall hardening into winter.Which season do you most look forward to?

Our winter is quite stubborn, the days are longer, it is April but snow continues to fall. I am not certain when spring will finally arrive. Right now the trees are bare, the grounds are covered with snow and the temperature below 8 degrees, which is quite disappointing.

The season I look forward to is summer. The weather is warm, I get to see our yard full of lovely flowers and the branches of trees covered  with beautiful leaves.

Summer is a happy season, we do not need heavy coats or warm gloves or hats and boots. Nature provides us with warm days. The aroma of barbecued chicken, hamburger, french fries fills the air.

Wherever we go we see smiling faces, it’s a nice day everyone we meet yells out loud. We get to see friendly faces.

There are nine year old kids selling drinks and some cookies, just to please and encourage them, adults buy whatever they are selling. ūüôā

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365 writing Prompts: Shoulda,woulda,coulda

Tell us about something you know you should do— but don’t.

Yes there are a few things I ¬†put on hold, but I know they need my immediate attention. This year I am hoping to take care of it, it’s my basement which is my headache, I have so many things to reorganize it gives me a headache when I think about it.

I am thinking of starting in the Spring, it’s the time of the year when the city’s garbage collectors pick up our unwanted stuff that we hoarded for I don’t know how long, it’s time to get rid of them, to make the basement look half decent.

This is one of the things I have on my list, other things are clothing, shoes, I know there are a few places in the city who will take them. For now this is what I have to do, let’s hope I can.

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Tagore song: amar bhanga pauther posted and translated by Ranu

Whose  footprints are  imprinted

On my  dusty red  path.

The petals of her garland,

are scattered  on the path,

I know they   belong to her.

She came quietly

informed me after she left.

Alas! who else can

make me weep except her.

Whose footprints do I see

on my broken  dusty red path?

She came in early dawn,

That day, Spring  came down to earth

in her colorful attire.

The path was strewn with flowers

I waited inside  all day for some news

There was none.

Today I will go out

on the same  dusty red path,

with my torn life!

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DP Daily Prompts: In Due Time

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What’s your next, most pressing deadline? Are you stressed, excited or ambivalent about it? What’s the first thing you’d like to do once you’re done with it?

I cannot write how long I’ve had this deadline, i.e, clearing out my basement, every year I make up my mind to do it, something or someone gets in my way and I’m left with the same problem of a basement that’s crying out loud,”when will you have time to make me look presentable?”

Perhaps I’ll never find the kind of time when I’d want to clear it.

Winter is upon us and clearing involves taking out things out of this area, the city will start taking the trash or unwanted rubbish only in Spring, I have to wait till my turn comes to put all the things I cannot use on my lawn at the back.

In the mean time I will make up a list of things that are in the basement, which need to vacate the area they’re occupying.

I’m eagerly waiting for Spring to carry out my plan to make my basement squeaky clean. Some might say they doubt it will ever happen, but I have faith which alone will help me.

What’s the first thing I’ll do once I’m done with it, I’m sure going to have a day of prayer, thank God Almighty for giving me the strength to complete this arduous task. I’ll let my feline roll on the floor which is his greatest desire, he did not get the chance yet, he cries every day because we do not let him go to a place full of mess.

The last thing which is the fun part, I’ll have some decent furniture, arrange them and have a party with friends and neighbors.

I hope it does not turn out like the milkmaid story of building castles in the air!

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song by Sujata, translated and posted by Ranu

Everything written in

the pages of my life is wrong

It is a mistake to think

Spring will show up

in my unfortunate life.

I ask myself where did I live,

where will I go?

I have no answer for it.

It’s wrong for me to think

in my cloudy life

there will be a ray of light .

No one will call me

when I attempt to leave

It is wrong to hope

anyone will remember me.

If I think I’m not alone any more

It will be a mistake.

Everything written in the pages

of my life is a mistake!

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Bengali Song olir o kautha Bengali Song, Post and translation by Ranu, https://sabethville.wordpress.com

The flower laughs when the bumblebee speaks,
You don’t laugh when I speak.

Spring greets Earth and touches it,
But you never come close to me.

High above, the clouds float and embrace the sky,
You don’t embrace me even in my dreams.

The moonlight brightens the dark sky,
But your light never reaches my heart.

The bird lovingly calls its partner to the nest,
But your voice is silent.