365 days, June 22nd: No thank you

No, thank you.

If I could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?

I’ve read this prompt more than once, the only word that comes to mind is the four letter word, which is the “F” word.

I feel it belittles a person who utters it, and degrades a person who receives it.

Surely the English language has a very rich vocabulary, why should anyone destroy its beauty by demeaning it.

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365 Writing Prompts: The Power Of Touch

Textures are everywhere.The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative to you?

When I see an unknown thing,I feel I must touch it to know if it’s safe. There are times I turn on a new appliance , I touch it to know if it’s working, sometimes the light alone is not sufficient.

I remember when my daughter was a year old she was learning to walk, every time she was off balance she’d touch the wall, gradually she reached the kitchen, the oven was on, I was unable to reach her fast enough to keep her away from the stove, she did the inevitable she touched the oven door, it was hot, she had both her hands on the door and looked at me she was extremely scared I took her away from it and said, “it’s hot!” From that day onward whenever I said it’s hot she moved away.

I know it’s  a  terrible way to learn, I did not plan for her to feel the heat, it happened, I felt very guilty.

I stay away from touching anything before I know how it feels, I ask before I touch. Seven months ago we bought a kitten from a breeder, his mother is Himalayan and the father is Siamese.He was two months old when my daughter brought him in the house, he was very scared the first day. He hid under the covers in the bed, my daughter had gone to work. I went upstairs to check what he was doing.

At first I heard nothing, then I took the covers off, I found him very scared and unable to move. I picked him up, brought him down to my room. It was the first time I touched an animal, his coat felt smooth and silky, I knew he was too little to hurt me.

We named him Gabriel, we realized he was lonely , so we brought his brother, Gabriel was extremely happy, if he could speak I am sure he’d say, “thank you.”

Today both are confident and are very curious, they’ve managed to tear some pages of my books, they do not feel any kind of remorse.

I confidently pick them up and put them outside my room when their antics are beyond control. I’m not afraid to touch them!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/12/05/365-writing-pr…power-of-touch

DP Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time

If you could return to the past to relive a part of your life , either to experience the wonderful bits again, or to do something over, which part of your life would you return to? Why?

If there was a way to return to my past where my father was alive and we were a one big happy family I’d do it in a heartbeat. Why? That was the time when everything was wonderful in my life, except my big sister she was the only one  who was the biggest thorn in my life. I’ll forget about her presence in my happy story.

I remember playing with my two older brothers, we played with marbles, they taught me how to strike the marbles in front of me, each time I succeeded I could win the marble I struck. My fingers were not as strong as them, I played in a weird way, they complained but let me have the marble.

They also coaxed me to give them the money I had from selling my old books, they wanted to go and watch a movie, they had to plead a few times I eventually gave my money, I found pleasure in knowing they wanted  something from me.

Sometimes my eldest brother wanted to borrow money from me, I always had a little bit of money, I couldn’t spend it because my father was not in favor of spending it to buy junk food. So I’d lend the money to my brother and told him he’d have to pay double the amount,once he said I was worse than the Kabuliwalla, these were money lenders who were mean and would come around to collect after a certain date and would stay put until they were paid. I wasn’t that bad.

Next I’d spend a lot of time sitting beside my father in the garden and asked him a lot of questions, while my father kept busy with his newspaper my eldest brother would tease me with the saying,”You know Ranu curiosity killed a cat.” Now I wish I had asked how did the cat get killed?

Once my father’s friend gave me a ride to school,I was very shy then, I got off the car and said, “thank you” so softly my father couldn’t hear, he was disappointed because he thought I didn’t thank his friend. I told him I did it didn’t seem he believed me.

I really would like to revisit those times, I felt they were the best times I had in my life!

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