365 Writing Prompts:The excitement never ends

Tell us about the last thing you got excited about–butterflies-in-the-stomach, giggling, can’t- wait excited.

I was visiting Dhaka ,Bangladesh after a few years. I hadn’t seen my siblings for all that time. It was a long flight it didn’t matter to me the thought I’d have the opportunity to see my siblings and their children excited me the most, every time the plane landed at a stop I felt I was getting closer to home.

Finally the plane landed at Dhaka airport, I couldn’t wait to get out and walk into the building where my sister was waiting. I filled in some forms, picked up my luggage and met my other siblings waiting for me in the car.

After going through a truly crazy traffic we finally reached home.

Although I lost many hours of sleep while traveling, I didn’t mind staying up and catching up on all the stories I wasn’t a part of!

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DP Daily Prompt: Head Turners

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We often hear strange snippets of conversation as we walk through public spaces.When was the last time  you overheard so interesting, ridiculous, or disturbing, you really wanted to know what it was all about?

My brother Misbah, was traveling to Comilla from Chittagong, he overheard a passenger telling his friend there was a job opening in one of the Tea Estates.

He told my brother Rafique  about the job opening,  Rafique was looking for a job, he sent an application to the Tea Board. After a few days he received a letter from the boss of the company to come for an interview.

Rafique was delighted, he left Comilla to go to Chittagong for the interview. He met the boss of the company, who received him cordially, after asking him some questions, he was told they will send him a letter if he was selected.

After waiting for a couple of weeks my brother received a letter from the company boss that he was hired for the job!

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Beer Purush Valiant Man Poem by Tagore Translation by Ranu

Animated sequence of a race horse galloping. P...

Animated sequence of a race horse galloping. Photos taken by Eadweard Muybridge (died 1904), first published in 1887 at Philadelphia (Animal Locomotion). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Line art drawing of palanquin.

Line art drawing of palanquin. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Imagine , I am travelling in a foreign land

taking my Mom far away.

You are in a palanquin,Mom

the doors slightly open,

I am riding on a horse,

galloping beside you.

The horse with its hoofs

blowing the dust around.

The evening sun is setting,

we arrive at the imaginary twin pond.

Wherever I look its quiet

there are no people or animals,

it seemed you were afraid

and wondered where are we.

I said don’t be afraid Mom,

over there i can see a stream-let.

The field is covered with spear-grass

a winding road in the middle.

No cattle are seen anywhere,

perhaps gone towards the village,

no one knows where we are heading__

nothing can be seen in the dark.

It seemed you said to me,

‘what kind of light is there by the pond?’

Right at this moment ,ha ray ray ray ray’

some people are coming with their loud voices!

Afraid you moved to the corner

praying to all the gods and deities___

the bearers in the prickly shrub

shivered in fright and let go the palanquin.

I was telling you,

why are you afraid,Mom,I am here.

sticks in hand, curly hair__

with their ear stuck with flower.

I say,’ wait beware,

if you come any closer

look at my sword,

I would cut you in pieces.’

hearing this they jump

and scream ‘ha ray ray ray ray’.

You said , Khoka don’t go!’

I said ,’watch quietly.’

I galloped in their midst,

with the jingling sword and shield,

what a dreadful fight it was

hearing this will make you shiver.

So many of them fled in fear,

countless heads were cut-off.

Fighting with so many,

you might think Khoka is probably dead.

covered with sweat and blood

I come and say,’the fight is over.’

hearing this you come down

you gave me a kiss and took me in your lap.

Said,’ luckily Khoka was with me,

what a calamity it would be otherwise!’

Daily so many things happen__

oh why isn’t it true?

It would be a nice story,

all will be amazed __

Dada would say,’how can it be,

Khoka is not that strong!’

all the neighbours would say,

‘It’s fortunate Khoka was with his mother.’

Please note: Khoka means a little boy in Bengali

Ha ray ray ray ray is the sound made by the people coming towards them.