365 Writing Prompts: Moved to tears

Describe the last time you were moved to tears by something beautiful.

The last time I was moved to tears was a few days ago after I finished reading the memoir of an author, who wrote about his life as a five year old boy, his mother left him to take care of his 18 months old sister, she had to work for days to provide food for her family.

They were so poor, he once saw his sister,eating charcoal to curb her hunger.

He insisted his older brother to take him with him, so he could see what type of work he does, his brother left him on the bench of a railway station and told him to stay there until he came back for him.

A five year old how much do they understand is what I thought while I was reading the book. Sure enough he left the bench to look for his brother whom he couldn’t find but ended up in places he didn’t recognize.

He was exceptionally fortunate to come in contact with a boy who took him to the police station, the authorities could not locate his home because of the scanty description he gave them.

He was taken to an orphanage and eventually ended up with an Australian family who adopted him. This little boy was amazed to see the difference of craving for food and then getting the food without any problem, he saw poverty and its opposite within a short time of his life.

He did not forget his family, it took him  twenty-five years to find his family. I was moved to tears when I read how he was united with his mother and the siblings!

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NaBloPoMo Nov. 22nd muche jawa dinguli amaare je pichhu daake,Ranu’s post,https://sabethville.wordpress.com

NaBloPoMo: Glorious Madness

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The Day the Laughter Died

The Day the Laughter Died (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For NaBloPoMo: I am translating a Bengali Song.

Bygone days  are calling me.

The memories of my past are colored with

sadness and pleasure.

I remember when I fell in love,

All we thought was our paths

are united now.

We were in a different world,

We talked excessively,

We sang ,we laughed

Nothing bad could come between us.

Now it’s all in the past,

We no longer sing and laugh,

My heart is broken,

All the laughter and excessive

conversation has ended.

Where, at what moment, when

A star has fallen,

Can the sky remember?

Bygone days are calling me back,

the painful memories haunt me

and the pain is difficult to endure.

Translated by Ranu