It was a pleasant day

It was a pleasant day,

I felt victorious as I skied on snow.

One moment I was on the snow, making a mark.

In a moment it was over me, now I was the mark.

I screamed, but only I could hear my voice.

My friends had abandoned me.

A thought had stung me.

I prayed for the snow to melt.

I visualized mighty sun had wrapped me.

Then when the night set in, I tried jumping like a spring caught in cement.

The next day I heard my name.

The voices sounded familiar.

My body a frozen candy but my senses all alert.

I yelled with all my strength.

My friends were near.

Nothing seemed more assuring.

Some dark figures were approaching towards me.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/under-the-snow/

High Heat

I started cooking and it was a disaster.

Mom cooked on slow heat, and I wanted it quick so the flames were high.

high flames

high flames

High heat was my style of cooking.

It was quick.

The food quality was – burnt.

Still food was served, and everyone ate with a smile.

Lesson was learnt and so I’d let food simmer in low heat.

But there also, a problem arose.

I forgot about cooking until a slow burning smell would touch my nose.

It would make me run to kitchen.

Thank God! I’d say the food was not yet burnt.

When served everyone ate with great pleasure.

fish curry

fish curry

Sure the food would be good to taste, I thought.

OMG! I forgot to add salt to taste.

What would any food be without any sprinkle of salt?

It would certainly not be good, I thought.

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/shaken-and-stirred/

MJ and a Life Chapter

MJ is my next door neighbor and he often storms into my house, unannounced.He is a great storyteller and is really good at it. I enjoy his ramblings. Plus he is an adorable six year old kid.

This time his story – spending time with his father on a Saturday, fishing by the river. He said, “Just me and dad, went fishing.”

“So how many fish did you catch?” I asked him.

“No! I didn’t catch fish. I got stones from there. Dad said that water is dangerous and cold and I should be sitting on the stool. I got bored and started collecting the stones.”

“So, Jake how many stones did you get?” I asked.

“I got a whole box. Come with me I’ll show them to you.”

On his request I went with him to his house.

There they are and he pointed towards his garden. He had painted the stones and placed them in the garden. Colourful stones – small, big, red, yellow, green, dotted, lines all placed in the garden. I was impressed with MJ’s talent and told him that one day he will be a great landscape artist. He gave me a big smile.

A few days after MJ came to my house again. I knew he had something to tell me. I asked him, “What’s the matter MJ? Where had you been?”

“Nowhere, I was busy shopping with mom and aunt. They took me to buy veggies and fruits.”

“What all did you buy?” I asked knowing that he would share it anyways.

“Do you know Mr.D this time I got to pick some tomatoes from there. Mom gets very angry when I touch things in the shop but Aunt Liz showed me how to pick them up. She got a basket and we filled it. She said that I picked some real good tomatoes and gave me some to eat as a reward for my work.” MJ was very happy with his experience and after some time went back home.

That day MJ taught me something. In life, when you get tomatoes eat them. And when you get stones paint them and use them rather than sulk in them. At any cost Jake just enjoyed and displayed his talent.

The only work of a relaxing day

I would love to be all alone if I get a bed to sleep with a soft pillow under my head and a cushion under my feet. A music soft and relaxing that would gently fill the room. Some aroma candles and incense sticks to give me a therapeutic feel and make the pain and tension disappear and drift like a smoke in the air. With my body relaxed and my mind at rest I would slip into an hour or so of sleep. Then when I get up, I would need a rich cup of hot chocolate or even some coffee would be magical. Watching T.V would be just fine and then ordering some food would be the only work of a relaxing day.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/still-or-sparkling/

Challenges don’t have to be big

Challenges don’t have to be big; they can also be small tasks. We all have our comfort zones, and everything that lies within its periphery is safe to try. Anything outside it is a challenge or a task to accomplish.

Years back, I remember we had a drawing competition in school. I was not ready to participate in it. Not that I doubted my capabilities but in my mind I was unprepared for the challenge. When I told my mom she asked me (not forced me) to participate. Getting past my (own self made) hesitations I participated and later received a bronze medal.

Before the drawing competition I thought about failing or someone laughing at me or how my drawing would not be up to the mark. But when I got started, I just focused on my work. I did my best. Once I had participated I already felt like I had achieved a target. There were drawings – some better, some good and some worse. Good ones did bother me for a moment but I was happy participating. I was not the winner till then, but I already felt like an achiever.

There were the if’s and but’s of why I should not have been participating rather than why I should have been a part of it. I had asked myself, “Do I want to do it?” And the answer was a yes. There could have been a straight no or a shaky maybe (but it was not). It only meant that I had convinced myself and had crossed that mental bridge of self doubt. As I stood on the other side of the bridge, I was ready for my journey. All the if’s that had stopped me earlier didn’t matter then.

The truth is even before I went for the drawing competition I knew I could draw. I didn’t know how good or bad… but I knew I had the ability to draw…something, at least. I mean what do you need other than a pencil, a few paint brushes and a whole set of colours. In the absence of this ability, convincing would not have played an active role. Just because it was there, I had the job of convincing, deciding and then crossing the mental bridge of resistance and doubt.

In the moment of flight, however, there was a fear of losing, a sense of insecurity as I stepped out of my comfort zone. But when I was on the other side of the bridge – it didn’t matter. That day’s challenge gave me the opportunity to draw. And by doing so I found out that I was not bad at it. I found a new quality in me which had been hidden till now.

There will always be a task. There will always be a question and an answer to go with it. There will be times to fly high and fall. All this would be guided by an inner strength. A flight would measure a distance but a fall would also measure some. What matters is the distance covered.

I terminated my doubts and was guided by an inner strength to meet a challenge (one that I was not ready for). There were moments of fall and flight but the journey was a helpful one to make me realize what I had and what could or could not be acquired in the process. In a desire to meet the challenge I discovered a hidden gem in me. I discovered something new in me.

Achievement can be tiresome

Achievement of a day

 

Achievements can be tiresome for some. It can only be enjoyed by – sleeping to glory or jumping with joy.

I found this street pup sleeping in the shade of a bike’s tyre. I think, it had achieved half a day and needed some rest. Could not resist its relaxed body posture and calm face.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/achievement/

A hint of sunshine

Yellow dahlia from the vase

We cherish the warmth of sunshine everyday in our lives. An absence of sun in the sky is bound to bring dullness in our day. Sunshine is warmth. Other than sun, what else could be a symbol for warmth?

I can think of sunflower, it is next to sun god itself. With its bright yellow colour it is forever ready to add sunshine to our faces. Marigold is warmth irrespective of its colour yellow or orange, it doesn’t really matter. A yellow dahlia is warmth. Artificilal lights breathe a life of warmth into our lives. I remember oil lamps and there yellow glow brightening a dark room.

So, it would be right to assume that: sun= warmth = sunflower = marigold = lights. And all this is equivalent to the colour yellow. Come to think of it, every colour has some purpose and so does the colour yellow. What I like about this colour is its quality or power to instantly brighten a dull day or even heighten up our low spirits. What I’m saying is: we need yellow, we need sunshine. It’s not necessary to… like… the colour – yellow – but we need it. Even if we are not aware of liking it, our day begins with it.

I love the bright sun peeping into my window early morning. I feel it is smiling at me, waking me up, motivating me, giving me some kind of power or strength to kick start my day and continue with the same spirit. To be honest, I do want the sun to play hide and seek with me sometimes so that I get to stretch for long hours and get a prolong night sleep. But then I’m reminded of foggy winter days which are the same as evenings and I don’t want that. The absence of sun brings a dull feeling along with some kind of helplessness which stretches for the entire 24 hrs. I don’t want that, who wants that…no one, right?

I want the sun to shine… everyday, specially during the winter days.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/ready-set-done-6/

 

It was my boss

What a crisp, bright morning today was.

I decided to wear a bright red skirt and satin white shirt to work.

Tic-tack my heels running on the street;

I wave my hands for a taxi.

My phone rings, just then a speeding car stops in front of the taxi.

Jerk! I say in a loud voice as I answer the phone call.

Ooops! It was my boss on the other line.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/trio-4/

Gibber-Jabber of a Story

She was holding a red watering can. The water from the can fell on the green leaves like tiny colourless bullets.

“Momme,” said a sweet voice and she turned to look at her little girl. “Yes, sugar,” said the mom.

“Flas, no flas… why no flas?” asked the five year old. The sentence – a broken speech – still, made sense to the mom. The small little fingers were now pointing towards a marigold plant.

“Sugar, momme needs to water them and take care of them.”

“Likes flas…want flas,” the little girl’s voice said with a little bit of sadness.

“Oh! My baby, come here,” said the mother and took her in her arms. “Now look, momme loves sugar and so….momme kisses her, reads stories for her, plays with her and then gives cookies to her. Yes.”

“Yes!” shouted her darling daughter.

“So, if you want flowers you’ll need to help momme.”

“How,” said the curious one.

“You’ll have to water the plant…” “…like momme,” interrupted the sweet voice.“Yes, but that’s momme’s job you are a big girl and you get a bigger job. Do you want to help momme?”

“Yes,” said the little girl.

“Then…first give momme a big kiss and then give a flying kiss to the plant.” The little girl obediently kissed her mom and then gave a flying kiss to the plant. The little girl now on her feet, started wandering in the garden. Her mom took the watering can and continued with her work.

The next day she could hear the sweet voice coming from the garden. She was a bit concerned as to whom her daughter was talking to. She ran in the direction of the voice. She was satisfied to see that her daughter was alone and not with any stranger.

“Sugar, what are you doing here? Mom was worried,” she said in a concerned voice. On approaching near she saw what her little girl was doing. Her daughter was holding a story book. It seemed, she was reading a story to the plant.

The mom leaned to kiss the daughter’s soft silky hair. She sat by the steps and watched her little girl read the story to the plant in her own gibber jabber language.