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It’s Difficult

Don’t have the heart

That can be hard enough

Won’t break and feel anything

It’s tough for me

To go look for old vistas

Gone lost in time

I can’t nudge aside feelings

Ah! It’s difficult, too exhausting for me

(Sheen)

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DAILY PROMPT

Ode to a Playground

A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/ode-to-a-playground/

Think Global, Act Local

Think Global, Act Local
by Michelle W.
“Think global, act local.” Write a post connecting a global issue to a personal one.

I do my minuscule worth of efforts locally towards global issues of earth warming, conserving the energies we have like gas, petrol, and electricity. I turn off un-necessary lights. During daytime I pull curtains aside to let sunlight in, and don’t switch on lights.

I buy things like eggs, meat, milk, bread, vegetables for a whole week to avoid using gas more often. I buy dry rations of food for a whole month.
When I used to have a vegetable garden, I gave over my surplus vegetables to near neighbors, and to the helps in my home.

I don’t waste food. I put that much on my plate, which I can eat. I don’t like it when I see other people piling their plates, and then not finishing it, and throwing it in the trash bin.

Back home I delayed switching on air conditioners till it became unbearable. Similarly I would turn down the thermostat on water heater when hot water was not needed. I would completely switch off the water heater when I wasn’t home for a day, or two. (You can’t do this in cold climate, otherwise the pipes will freeze over).

I use re- usable containers for food in freezer avoiding the use of polythene bags. For parties, and guests I don’t use throw away plates, and plastic cutlery. That makes more work for me, but it’s less junk.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/think-global-act-local/

In Search for a Bride (2)

Ready, Set, Done
by Ben Huberman
Our ten-minute free-write is back! Have no mercy on your keyboard as you give us your most unfiltered self (feel free to edit later, or just publish as-is).

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Photo Credit: Google

2nd excerpt from my book (maybe one day I will write). For reference see
“In Search of a Bride”, January 14, 2014.

I phoned (the girl) L’s mother. This was awkward. Mrs. A (L’s mom) had never seen me, or heard of me. I was red hot in face, and perspiring, in the middle of a cold winter.

Someone the family knows, goes with you to help smooth over the situation, and here I was on my own. I summoned my courage with a capital C. I introduced myself to Mrs. A explaining why I wanted to visit her. I asked for a convenient time.

Did she agree? Yesssss…..she did, after two days. Plenty of time to discreetly inquire about yours truly. After all Peshawar is not such a big town.

Though we met for the first time, both of us hit it off. We liked each other tremendously. L came in for a few moments, and she was lovelier than words could describe.

When we (my driver Ayan and I) headed back towards home, Ayan asked me, “Bibi (a form of respect like Ma’am), why were we visiting these people?”

As if he didn’t guess beforehand. Wily man!

Servants gossip, and in seconds tell each other their employers’ secrets. What L’s mother failed to tell me was that her daughter was already engaged, and my driver had known it, the minute he had entered Mrs. A’s home.

Somehow Mrs. A had liked the wrapping (that’s me) on the parcel, and wanted to see the goodies (that’s my son).

(My ten minutes are up)

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/ready-set-done-5/
http://wp.me/p23sd-nOC

To Go To Sleep

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

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If I could change one thing about myself , it would be to get to bed on time and go to sleep. I will be yawning but I won’t do my last minute rituals so that I should sleep. I take a long walk at night with my son. After coming back I feel tired. What I should do is:
Go immediately to the washroom.
Wash my face (a nightly ritual), and do Wadu.
Say my prayer and go to bed.

What I do is:
Start reading a book or answer my e mails or read any interesting stuff I come across.

My Poem.

To get to sleep is a big headache for me
I forget time and get lost in a book
The vast labyrinth of Internet calls me
I wander around eager to look

What should I do is a big question
Tried to find answers haven’t been able to
Sure it’s hard and difficult for me
Wish I get to bed on time and hold onto

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http://en.blog.wordpress.com/2013/11/06/nablopomo-november-2013/
To Go To Sleep