A Strange Dream

Daily Prompt: Blogger in a Strange Land
What’s the strangest place from which you have posted to your blog? When was the last time you were out and about and suddenly thought, “I need to write about this.”
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I have a strange dream. It is so real when I wake up in a semi state of sleep, I always go to my closet. I start rummaging through my things. I put all my clothes in a disarray.

Things which were lying in a neat, orderly manner now look as if a whirlwind went through the contents. I try to find what I am looking for. I can’t find it. I am in tears. To wreck further havoc I start pulling out my bags.

I search each and every bag, but I still can’t find it. God knows where did it disappear? Who took it?
I will never find the answer.

What am I searching for?

I search for a gold set of emeralds. It has earrings, a ring and a necklace. The emeralds are square cut. The green color is fabulous. It is simply beautiful. When I am searching frantically through my belongings the question arises where is it? Where did it go? This is a mystery.

My own explanation is: Maybe my mother had a set like that. After her death her jewelry was kept with grandma. Only God knows who ended up with mother’s jewelry.

This set comes in my dreams and I get up from bed sleepily and start a new search.

Strange isn’t it?

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A Strange Dream

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If Seasons Didn’t Change

Daily Prompt: Mid – Season Replacement
The seasons are changing, bouncing unpredictably between cold and warm. Are you glad to be moving into a new season or wishing for one more week of the old?
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Seasons change and so do we
Happiness bubbles forth or sorrow comes
We deal with life’s tribulations
We may be happy or we may be glum

With spring comes a change, we turn a new leaf
And summer and autumn brings on relief

Our life may be difficult or it may be easy
Through life’s gray patches, we pass smilingly

Spring and summer brings on the flowers
Autumn and winter shimmers and towers

We would be bored if seasons didn’t change
They bring new life and a wondrous new change

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If Seasons Didn’t Change

Scared

Daily Prompt: Fright Night
Do you like being scared by books, films and surprises? Describe the sensation of being scared, and why you love it or don’t.
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I don’t like being scared. As a child while reading scary stories I would get too scared, convinced that the characters inside the stories would come and get me. At night I would burrow inside the bed cover to hide from scary creatures.

Even as an adult I can’t watch horror movies or television series. Sometimes I get brave enough to watch it with my family. It is a total NO when I am on my own.

Once I was watching a movie in which a spider gets transported here from South America’s forest. The spider quickly multiplies and people start dying. No one can fathom as to why it’s happening. I was watching a scene in which the spider drops on a person. At that moment I let out a blood curling scream and jumped to my feet madly brushing away at my clothes.

I like Stephen King’s books. He is the King of Horrors. After reading two and a half of his books I decided It would be better for my heart if I stop reading them. Pity I can’t read his books.

I remember, “The Shining” the three part television miniseries. For me it was too painful to watch and I couldn’t stay away. It was the same when I watched, “Storm of the Century.” My heart thudded painfully in my chest and I was petrified with fear.

In May 2010 we went to Busch Gardens, Williamsburg, Virginia. Their 3D enactments were good. In one of the castle I took off my 3D glasses to escape from the fear of frightening creatures coming near me.

It is strange one does not feel any fear watching, “Pirates of the Caribbean,” and it’s Sequels though Johnny Depp plays an undead person.

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Scared

The Lost World

Daily Prompt: Can’t Get Enough
Have you ever been addicted to anything, or worried that you were? Have you ever spent too much time and effort on something that was a distraction from your real goals?
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I was addicted to Nintendo. I got it as a gift from my daughter. I can’t describe the wonder and elation I felt while playing it. Mario was my favorite character. I couldn’t get enough of it. Every minute stolen from attending to my husband and household chores was devoted to playing games. I would deprive myself of sleep to get to a new level of a game. I would tire myself endlessly in fighting dragons in Mario games, python in Jungle Boy, as Aladdin fighting in various levels and running from Zombies and Mummies in one game, it’s name I have forgotten.
Here is a glimpse of it.
Super Mario World 1990-91

Aladdin

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My husband was of old school and thoughts. Being twelve years my senior he couldn’t fathom my childlike addiction to game playing. To him I was a CRACKPOT. He thought that I should sit sedately on a sofa, if I have nothing to do. I should CONTEMPLATE the universe or think deep thoughts or God knows any such thing. To sit idly is not my nature. I have to do something. It jarred on him me being different from him. I was as different from him as Chalk and Cheese. He must have been appalled at marrying me but in the end he did tell me, that he will be waiting for me at the Pearly Gates.

When my son bought me a DSI and Wii as gifts, I was in seventh heaven. The Wii took my game playing to another dimension. With a DSI I could enjoy my games while sitting in bed or traveling.

Strangely I have stopped playing games. During my husband’s year and a half fight with cancer I looked after him. I was alone. To get away mentally from the depressing atmosphere in the hospital, I did play with the sound off. Now I can’t touch my DSI as it brings on bad memories.

Maybe some day I may start playing again and enjoy doing so.

Here are links to new games on Wii U.
Super Mario 3D World Game Play Trailer

Donkey Kong Country

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The Lost World

To Get Unplugged

Daily Prompt: Bloggers, Unplugged
How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?
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When I want to get unplugged I shut my bedroom door. Shut my iPad. Put the phone outside. Change into pjs. Grab a book. Lie on bed. Forget the world outside. Tell my worrying thoughts to phase out.

Go and lose myself in the world of fiction and make believe. ENJOY.

If start feeling sleepy. Shut the book and go to sleep.

Drift off but……………..

There is my grandson I B pushing the bedroom door open. He tugs at my shoulder and shows me his latest dinosaur in the game he is playing.

The other day he asked me, “Were you there when the dinosaurs vanished?”

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To Get Unplugged

A Sigh Of Relief

Daily Prompt: Exhale
Tell about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong- and suddenly you knew it would be allright. Show SAFETY.

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I can write about my various operations specially the last one I had in May 2012. I don’t want Viewers going through my harrowing details, so I am opting to write about a thorn in my finger. What a petty thing! Believe me when you get spiked by a thorn, it is painful.

I love pottering among my lovely plants. They are precious to me. To me they seem, “God’s Gifts.”

There was a time when I used to keep Cactus plants. They do look lovely. The flowers are exquisite.

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They don’t need much watering. If you go away for a period of say four to five days, you don’t worry that they will dehydrate due to lack of water. There is another aspect. There are minute thorns or spikes which are a nuisance if they impale your hands. One has to be careful while tending to them.

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My husband didn’t like them. He used to think keeping Cacti in your home brings on a calamity such as death. I would allay his feelings and brush off his fears.

I did keep a lot of them. A time came because of my husband I gave away my huge variety of cactuses. As plants it is easier to look after them as they don’t need copious amount of water. They are happy in their dry state.

Once a small, minute thorn got stuck in one of my fingers. It was painful. I didn’t have time to take it out. My mistake, you can say. We were expecting guests and there was work to do.

Later on when I found a moment to spare, I took a look. I couldn’t see it clearly. I asked my husband to look at it. He put on his specs and peered at it. He couldn’t see it either. It was so minute. It was there. I could feel the throbbing pain. I prodded at it with a needle, spearing my finger in and around it. Finally I managed to extricate it.

Ah the blissful moment. The relief was momentous.

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A Sigh Of Relief

To Start My Day

Weekly Photo Challenge: Show a photo that says GOOD MORNING.

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My alarm clock rings and wakes me up. I stop the ringing trying to shoo away further sleep. GET UP. I admonish myself over my laziness. I HAVE to wake up.

I flick the comforter away and thrust my feet into the slippers. The next step is my mad DASH to the bathroom. If I don’t rush to the bathroom this next minute, my dear, sweet grandson H will HOG the bathroom for the next thirty five minutes. That will be an awful long wait for me.

“Good Morning,” the first part of my DAY is beginning.

I do my Wadu (Ablution), which is a must for saying my morning prayers called FAJR Prayers.

There I am standing in front of GOD. The prayer mat lies in the direction of KAABA, which is in Mecca, Saudi Arabia.

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Wherever you are in the world with the help of your compass you know the direction to face. I have recited my prayers in the privacy of my bedroom. There is no one to stop me from a meeting with my CREATOR. I don’t have to go anywhere to meet him.

God is Kind. God is Merciful. God is Great.

I peruse my beloved Book, “The Holy Quran.”

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I can now go back to bed and sleep till eight or nine, whatever I feel like. When I wake up the second time I will be having my morning cup of tea.
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To Start My Day

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