Play Time

Daily Prompt: Play Time
Do you play in your daily life? What says “play time” to you?
Show PLAY.

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I B playing Minecraft.

When I was too busy I would find time to play games on Nintendo, Wii or on my PC. It used to be between 4 to 5 pm. At that time my husband would go for playing golf. This time was my fun time.

Now when I have all the time in the world I have lost my zest for playing any games. Occasionally I play Blitz or Unblock Me.

When my children were home we used to enjoy playing Chess, Scrabble and Snakes and ladders. We would play Chess for hours. My daughter would checkmate me. That would spur me into another round. I would think maybe this time I might win. There was no such luck. We would go another round but I could never beat her at Chess.

This year in January I visited my daughter. Her elder daughter M1 was home. Both of them played Chess. My daughter was the loser every time. After losing she would challenge M1 to another round. Lady Luck didn’t smile on her. My daughter would renew her efforts to win. It reminded me of myself.

Play is a necessity. It relieves boredom, stress and depression.

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Play Time

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Books To Read

How important are book covers in getting you to read a book?

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I don’t choose books because of their covers. When I am choosing a book I see first who is the author. After that I look at the gist of the story on the back cover. If that entices me to read further then I take it with me.

At the moment I am reading a book by Sophie Kinsella. It’s name is Twenties Girl. It’s very lively and fun to read. Before that I finished a book, “The Weight of Silence,” by Heather Gudenkauf. It is an emotional story of a parent’s worst nightmare.

I don’t like it when people who want to mark the page they are reading fold a corner of that page. Please mark what you are reading with a bookmark. If you don’t have a bookmark with you, use a slip of a paper, or a feather.

Please don’t mutilate the pages. My heart twists when someone does that to my books. At that moment I want to hide my books to keep them safe from harm.

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Books To Read

My Choice

Daily Prompt: A Bird, a Plane, You!
You get to choose one superpower. Pick one of these, and explain your choice.
The ability to speak and understand any language.
The ability to travel through time.
The ability to make any two people agree with each other.
Show POWER.

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At the moment I understand five languages. If I put my mind to it I may learn some more.

I have no inclination to travel through time. I am contented in my present moment. Think the world will be in chaos with people moving too and fro between past and future.

I would love to have the ability to make any two people agree with each other. I find myself at a loss many times to put across my view clearly. I muddle with words. At the right time when I should speak, words get jumbled up in my brain. I am not able to speak up.

First of all I will try my new ability on family members and gradually expand my energies in helping others.

I will try to make super powers agree with each other and try to make warring people end their strife. It will make a better place for people.

Imagine the colossal wastage of human lives and money lost in wars. That will end.

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My Choice

Outfit

Describe an outfit that makes you feel good. (It can be from any period of your life) Double points if you post a picture of yourself in the outfit.

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The dress in the above photo is one of my favorite. I like mauve colour. It is two years old. Whenever I wear it to parties I do get compliments .

I had this dress stitched for my sister in law’s daughter’s wedding. Weddings among us tend to be three days affairs. Women belonging to our culture buy glittery clothes. I am a different person and I don’t want to waste money on a dress which you can only wear to weddings.

When buying clothes I try to keep in mind that I should be able to wear it for other occasions. Anyway after some times the clothes lose their appeal and I give them away. This one I still like to wear.

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Outfit

DIY And Safety

Daily Prompt: Safety First
Share the story of a time you felt unsafe.
Show SAFETY.

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It was the year our house was fourteen years old. It had started to look shabby. I wanted new carpets and a new lick of paint for the house. It was falling on deaf ears.

My husband was, “What?”

You repeat yourself.

Again another, “What? To me it looks perfectly all right as it is.”

Then, ” Who is going to move all these things around?” Gesturing towards the furniture.

“I don’t have the stamina. Don’t expect me to do anything. Whatever you want done, do it yourself,” and so on.

I did get money for new carpets, but there was no sign of paints and men to do the job. Un deterred I dipped into my own money for paints, brushes and other items needed.

Looking at my kitchen walls they looked more grey than white with years of grime and dust. I spent a lot of my time in the kitchen and it looked depressing. I watched television, curled up on the built in kitchen seat. My reading was done there too. That place was my heaven on earth.

I started on the paint job myself. I had never done it before, so I was a novice. I learnt as I worked. It was scary to climb the ladder as the walls were fifteen feet high. I was always scared that I might fall down and break my legs,arms or some other part of myself.

I tried to be extra careful. When I would move the ladder I would see to it that all the four feet were firmly on the floor. I double checked that they won’t wobble when I climbed up.

I did all the rooms except the kitchen. The walls needed extra cleaning. For that my husband did call a man to do it.

Finally my home looked brighter and sparklingly clean. When everything was in place I did breath a sigh of relief and happiness.

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DIY And Safety

My First Friend

Tell about your first friend.

My father was an Army Officer. Obviously we never used to stay for long at any place. My memory fails at recalling my first friend.

I have a dim memory of a girl living next door. We played together with dolls. Then I remember a girl in Class One. But my father got posted after six months, so I have forgotten her name as well. Later on the whole class was my friend leaving out boys.

From Class Four onwards I was best friend with P Khan. The whole class called her P. Actually her name was Perveen.

We were inseparable. She would come home with me to stay. We shared our lunches. Mostly she would bring special treats for me made by her mother. Those were the days we (my siblings and I) had acquired our step mother.

Both of us used to feel if we parted our hearts would fail but that proved otherwise.

Our friendship continued through the first year of college. My father died of heart attack suddenly. We (my brothers, sister and I) got shifted to another city to live with our elder uncle. He became our guardian.

P and I continued being friends through letters to each other.

I missed P. I would talk about her to my cousins. My cousins thought that maybe P is a boy that’s why I only say P. They were very suspicious. They wouldn’t believe me till I showed her photo to them. At the back of the photo her full name was written.

Gradually our letters to each other petered out. Now she is just a memory in my heart.

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My First Friend

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Life of Sheen

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