DP Daily Prompt: Imagine All the People Post by Ranu

UK – London: Heathrow Airport – Welcome to Britain (Photo credit: wallyg)

My most favourite place to watch people is the ,’Heathrow Airport’ in London. Here people from all over the world gather.Some wait for connecting flights,others are coming home after a long vacation,then there are  tourists of all sorts. This is where I sit observe and imagine. Once I mistakenly arrived at the airport ten hours before my flight. Instead of going back to my brother’s place I opted to stay. While there I watched the passengers running to catch their flight. I however was in no hurry.

There is a restaurant at the airport named, ‘EAT’, I bought a sandwich and found a comfortable place to sit for , ‘people watching’. I noticed a young girl possibly in her twenties,sitting quietly. Immediately my mind went to work. Who is this girl,does she have any sibling,why is she traveling alone? Maybe she is waiting for her family or a guide who will take her to her destination.

Suddenly I felt she looked unhappy, she doesn’t want to study, her parents are forcing her to continue her studies. No, there is something else, maybe her uncle has invited her to visit them.She likes the uncle but hates his bossy kids who treat her badly.Can this be a cause of her unhappy face?

No like me she is at the airport too early and hates the thought of waiting,hence the sour face.  I then saw a young man coming towards her,they looked at each other,the girl was all smiles she was talking a mile a minute. I was glad to see she was laughing and talking. I soon realized while I was busy with my imagination,I heard an announcement that my flight was leaving in twenty minutes. I picked up my bags and ran to board the flight.

Can you imagine what would happen if I missed my flight? It would be in the news , ‘A lady misses her flight after getting to the airport ten hours before her flight’. Shocking isn’t it?

A Companion by R.Tagore translated by Ranu

Tagore (Photo credit: nemzetikonyvtar)

This is a short poem by Tagore. The title is , ‘A companion’

One afternoon,the beautiful day in the country side,persuaded me to go for a walk.

While walking along the side of a green grassy field,

I noticed a young dark girl sitting on the grass.

She was alone,quietly braiding her hair.

Her young frisky dog, watched her,

thinking it was  a game she was playing,

came right behind her to join in the game,

the woven braid swayed to and fro,the dog became increasingly excited,

first it continuously bit the braid,

English: Inverted French Braid. Deutsch: Zopf. Polski: Warkocz francuski. Svenska: Halvvägs inbakad fläta. Русский: Коса. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

the girl scolded him ,pulled the braid,

the dog jumped higher and higher and barked louder and louder,

it liked the game,the girl slapped it and scolded it.

She could not stop it.

Not knowing what to do, she picked him up and laid him on her chest.

She then stroked her pet gently and lovingly.