Writing 101 Day Twelve: Dark clouds on the (Virtual) Horizon

Today’s Prompt: Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation.

Today’s twist:include an element of foreshadowing of your post.

One day I came back from college and found my mother holding a letter and crying. I asked her why she was so upset, ‘it’s  your brother’s letter from  Chittagong,’ she barely finished the sentence and let out a heartbreaking cry.

“Ranu” she said ,” you have to go immediately to look after your sick brother.”

We only had one train that went to Chittagong, I didn’t know whether it had come and gone, or there was a possibility I could get it.

I found out there still was time, the train arrives at 4 pm, it was 2 pm . I quickly gathered my belonging and headed to the station in a rickshaw. I bought my ticket and waited in the lounge. The train came promptly at 4 pm . I boarded the train and for four hours I thought the worst, how was he,is he seriously ill, will he live, am I going to see him alive?

After exactly four hours we reached Chittagong station. I got off and immediately hired a rickshaw to my brother’s place. I found my sick brother lying in bed, my eldest brother and his wife were somewhere else. My eldest sister who also lived in the same house was doing her own thing.

I soon realized all the siblings there had no desire to look after the sick brother. I went to my brother’s room, collected his medication and noted the times each should be given.

I was there about a week , my brother was recovering well, I wondered when I could go home.

I was sitting in an empty room thinking how I should ask the siblings when I could leave. Unexpectedly I heard them having a serious discussion, I leaned closer, I heard my name, it was my sister in her loud voice : “I don’t think she should be here any longer, she is missing her classes, which she loves to do.”

I did not have the patience to hear her anymore, I packed my bags, next morning, called a rickshaw and was on my way out.

She stopped me pretending she was surprised, “Where are you going Ranu?”

I was livid, I replied:”Where do you think?” I walked out the door, got in the rickshaw and was off to the station.

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DP Daily Prompts: Out of Breath

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We all seem to insist on busy, busy we constantly are.Let’s put things in perspective : tell us about the craziest, busiest, most hectic day you’ve had in the past decade.

I usually am not always so busy that it can be called the craziest, busiest,most hectic day I’ve had. When I have a day which is relatively quiet and peaceful anything added to it even if it’s kind of normal makes it a hectic day for me.

The past week I was in another city,I was trying to find a fall coat, there were many in different stores, but were not exactly appealing to me, some were too pricey, there was one I liked ,they didn’t have my size. I went looking for one from store to store, it was a cold rainy day, I had to go in and out of stores,this was becoming too hectic for me,at the end of the day I was walking faster and faster to catch the subway train to get to the right station.

When I was done running I arrived at the said station, I walked out it was  raining and windy. I wanted to wait , my daughter thought we must get out and start walking, our apartment was nine hundred meters away, which meant swift walking or else we’d be completely drenched, we reached it but had to climb the spiraled staircase of more than thirty stairs. When I reached the front of the door I was breathless!

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