Elastic

I used to keep a bunch of rubber elastics handy in a drawer in the kitchen, and another one in my vanity drawer. They were useful in tying up the open ends of spice bags once they were opened. Another use was round the currency notes to keep them in order. Then another use was (and is) tying electric cords. When I was keeping long hair, and hair ties were missing, I would use the rubber bands for tying my hair. I definitely have no use for them this way, as I keep my hair now really short.
In October 2015 I visited home country after a gap of two, and a half years. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go, but I couldn’t. There was a sickening delay in getting my Resident Card, and If I had left, I could never come back. My children stood guard over me, so I couldn’t leave. Anytime I wanted to leave they would give me an earful, reminding me of the reality in my situation. In those days I had turned into a very sad person. Thank God those times are over.

I was overjoyed when I got back to home country for a couple of months stay. Besides the mountains of dust covering everything inside and outside was finding detoriated bunches of the elastic bands in the drawers. They had melted in the closed confines of my home, and the nasty mess adhered to other things in the drawers, and to the drawers itself. It was difficult indeed to clear, and get rid of the gooey material.

That taught me a lesson. I only keep now just a few of them to use in time of need.

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Elastic

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Fashionable

When do you want me to come

What do you want me to wear

My clothes are no longer fashionable

As I have grown older, I no longer care

What to wear is not my priority 

I’m comfortable in my old wear

They are not prickly, not so new

But soft against my skin I never knew

The colors are faded, and light on the eyes

And what I wear not everyone likes

(Sheen-October2017)

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Fashionable

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Deny

Below is a painting by Sadiquain (an artist from Pakistan). It’s a calligraphic. The words are from Surah Rahman. Rahman means God. Throughout this Surah the words which are repeated are: Which is it, of the favors of your Lord, that ye deny?

الرَّحْمَٰنُ  ﴿١﴾؅ 1. The Beneficent

خَلَقَ الْإِنْسَانَ مِنْ صَلْصَالٍ كَالْفَخَّارِ  ﴿١٤﴾؅ 14. He created man of clay like the potter’s,

وَخَلَقَ الْجَانَّ مِنْ مَارِجٍ مِنْ نَارٍ  ﴿١٥﴾؅  15. And the jinn did He create of smokeless fire.

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ  ﴿١٦﴾؅. 16. Which is it, of the favours of your Lord, that ye deny?

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Deny

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Interest

One interest of mine is — looking after my pint size garden. At the moment it doesn’t look at its’ best, as it’s struggling to survive. I water the plants when the dark colors of approaching evenings make their appearance, and the glare of the sun is gone. 

I try to revive the handful of my evergreen plants after they have been in the scorching sun most of the day. I need to go to buy fresh earth for the container, but as usual I forget to do so when I’m out, and about. Till then I hope my minuscule garden survives.


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Interest

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A Bleeding Heart

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Never had the witty retort

To a jab in the heart

From those you know

Bent on sadistic pleasure of their own

Drawing blood from my injured heart

Each day inflicting new wounds

With poisonous tongues

As I slowly expired

Till the excruciating end

(Sheen-September2017)

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Witty

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Focused

I can’t multitask as some brainy people can. I can only remain focused on one thing at a time. If I deviate from my usual norm, I do it at a risk of committing a mistake. I can only pay attention to one thing at a time. 

I can’t write when someone near me is talking, or there is a lot of noise. When I’m driving I don’t like it when someone diverts my attention. While I’m cooking I can make one dish at a time. Whenever I have tried making two, or three dishes, one thing is certain that inadvertently I end up with a burnt offering.

Son likes marmalade on his bread when he is having his breakfast. Yesterday he brought a bagful of oranges home. For the evening meal I was making fried okra. Everything had been done, and was now in the pan on low heat. I could now concentrate on cutting the oranges for the marmalade.

Removing the pith from the skin of the oranges was a difficult job. As I finished doing it, I remembered the okra. I rescued it from burning just in time, otherwise it would have been a disaster. It was a lucky escape from preparing some other food for the evening meal.

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Focused

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