DP Daily Prompt: Unexpected Guests

You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

I was not happy to see an unknown couple in my living room eating a  piece of cake. Before I said anything to them, I asked my daughter,if they were her friends. 

She told me she didn’t know them either, my question was , “Why did you let them in?”

“They said they are your relatives.” 

It was my turn to go back to the room and ask how are they related to me.

Both husband and wife realized I was not happy to see them, the wife came forward and tried to give me a hug, I stepped back  a few feet, I looked at her inquiringly, not knowing what to say or do she started sobbing hysterically,I was firm and demanded an answer or else I threatened to call the police. 

She began to tell her story, apparently there was some mechanical problem with the flight,the pilot thought it best to make an emergency landing, the airline was unable to provide hotels for the passengers,instead they suggested to get hold of some families they knew and were confident that they could spend the night, the plane would be ready to take off early morning.

I dismissed her story and gave them a few minutes to pack up and leave, it wasn’t easy I had to do it.

Invited guests is fine but uninvited guests no thanks!

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DP Daily Prompt: Wall to Wall Post by Ranu

My wall in the bedroom depicts our bygone days,

our looks,  happy and sad,

happy that we are still young and lots to look for ,

my wall reminds me about my pictures on the wall,

my youngest hungry and unhappy,

I couldn’t instantly give her food.

To her that’s what life meant,eating and playing,

not sitting in front of a camera waiting to

be photographed by an unknown.

How did I feel,embarrassed I couldn’t find

anything to satisfy a two year old ,

who didn’t understand the meaning of

person,place or thing.

There they are from young to grown up,

perhaps they may not remember those days,

to me those were the days when we were happy,

we were together.

I look at those pictures and think about the days

when we could spend time together.

Now they are only memories of days gone by,

still priceless!

(Patthika) Reader by Tagore Translation by ranu

English: Rabindranath Tagore ,Tamilndu,India (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

(Patthika)  Rabindranath Tagore

The wind blows at troubled speed,

the sky is overcast,

the peacock calls.

I did not work,  did not change,

the day is over, my hair untied___

I read your words.

O my poet tho,

I have never known you,

still your message embeds

a hidden image in my mind.

Your words render cloud and shadow

in a melancholic tune,

that brings tears to my eyes.

My heart yearns to understand you.

When and where you wake,

whose absence distresses you__

who is your beloved!

You are Indra, your wife is Indrani

You have painted a picture of her

with your affection.

O my dear poet ,

although the rhythm beats in my heart

I am lifeless,  a statue

I know not why I feel this way.

The woman is forever beloved

your songs praise her__

without reason your heart is elated.

Even if I had not heard her name,

nor seen her once

there is no loss in that!

If one knows not your sweetheart

one knows her by your song.

O my dear poet,

the spring is far-off

yet the blood dances in my veins.

The one you know appears

in this strange place,

as I stand among these strangers.

Your garland came around my neck.

the flowers wet with rain…

On some rainy evening your beloved’s

braid wrapped round you

the scent like a dream.

And in my heart, past lives converge.

O my poet,

know you not the soft melody

in my arbour of creepers–

You sang a song of sadness

of things that occurred long ago…

Your brooding melody

flowing into a marvel of its own.