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Our World of Color

Local Color
by Ben Huberman
Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of color, but where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which color) would that be?

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I kept racking my brains on today’s prompt.

Why? It is not a hard one thrown at us bloggers by Ben.

I kept on wondering throughout breakfast which object is dear to my heart. Nothing came to mind — not a glimmer even. In between I forgot the prompt. I am away from my own home.

Back home there are two rooms where I can be found most of the time; one is the kitchen, and the other one is my bedroom.

To find the object I went down memory lane. I decided to visit the kitchen first. Most of the electrical stuff is in white except for the Cooking range, and Microwave. All the crockery sets have their main color white with different designs in color. I have given away so many of my loved pieces that it won’t bother me if they revert to no color.

Nothing came to mind, so now I have entered the bedroom (in memory).

Hurrah! I have found it. It’s my patchwork bedcover. Over the years, I have bought various bedcovers, but this one is my favorite.

Occasionally when I want a change, I put a different one over my bed. After a day or so, I yearn for my favorite one, and I go back to using it again. So definitely this is one object which should retain its color.

Thank God this is only a prompt, and not a real threat to our world of color.

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It’s My Party

You are throwing a party – for you! Tell all about the food, drink, events, and party favors you’ll have for your event of a lifetime. Use any theme you like – it’s *your* party!

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We all like going to a party. It makes a delightful change from the daily humdrum of life. One meets new people, old friends and enjoy eating a lavish spread of food.

Giving a party is now really a hassle for me. It does involve a lot of work. Even the thought of giving a party makes me feel tired.

Tea parties are easier to arrange than dinner parties.

I have given up giving parties at home, because of the preparation, work and cooking to be done. I now find it easier to arrange a party at a restuarant. The only drawback is getting a huge bill to pay. Giving a party at home is cheaper.

The plus side is that you have not slaved over a hot stove. Therefore, you don’t feel tired and grumpy. You enjoy your guests’ company and the food. At the end, when you come home, you don’t have to clean your house and wash loads of crockery and utensils (unless you are using paper plates).

What bliss!

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Bright Idea

Daily Prompt: Brainwave
What’s the best idea you’ve ever had? Regale us with every detail of the idea — the idea itself, where it came to you, and the problem it solved.
Show BRIGHT.

After my husband’s death, my son wanted me to move to US and live with him. It took me eight months to move. There was the question what to do with my home. First option was to let it as it was. Continue keeping my servant, paying him his pay plus additional money for food. The second option was to empty the house and let it go on rent.

The second option was definitely a better option, because I was earning money from it instead of spending. The only question was where was I going to stay when coming back for visits? I didn’t feel like staying in with relatives or in hotels.

Then I had a brainwave. I divided the house into two portions — upper and lower. The stairs which went to the upper floor opened into the lounge area had sliding doors. I had locks installed on both sides of the door. A divider was made along the side of the stairs to the ceiling above.

Now I had to face the question of electricity and gas. I had an additional meter installed upstairs for my electricity charges. When I am there I will pay half the gas charges as I couldn’t get another gas meter in the same house.

During all this turmoil in my life, I had to sell off my downstairs custom built furniture including my king sized bed at throwaway prices. It was heart wrenching to say the least. The rooms upstairs had their own sets of furniture. I had to give away my beautiful crockery accumulated through the years gone by.

I gave up the lower portion on rent. My tenants are a young couple with two kids. My car stays in the garage, jacked up. There is an outside stairway beside the garage for going up. My upstairs portion remains locked while I live here.

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What I liked

Most women like to buy jewelry, clothes,lingerie, shoes and branded handbags. I am sure there may be other stuff too, but at the moment my recall has reached the low level, or say zero point. For myself, I loved crockery. I could never get enough of it. Whenever I saw a piece to my liking, I had to have it. I used to gather dishes and cups the way a person hoards money.

The cupboards in my kitchen and the floor to ceiling display in my dinning room were filled to capacity. My husband would often shake his head at my crammed spaces. My friends and children knowing that I liked crockery as a gift, also bought items to my liking. Once, my daughter’s children had to carry a Lazy Susan with five dishes all the way from America to Pakistan. They were ready to ditch the heavy package in route, but my daughter didn’t let them, much to their disgust.

A few months after my husband passed away, I decided to divide the house into two portions. I moved to the upper portion. It had two bedrooms with attached bathrooms, a small spare room and a long verandah in front. My husband had added another kitchen upstairs on the side of the terrace. There was a servant room with bathroom to one side of it too.

I had to part with most of my beloved items. There was no space for them upstairs. I gave away most of my things, much to the delight of my friends and relatives. In the beginning I had terrible pangs of regret, but thankfully they have subsided. My son would often say to me, “mama,you are allowed only two pieces of baggage by air. All your stuff is going to be left behind, you can never carry it with you.” So true.

Below is a picture of my favorite cups, which I used in rotation for my morning cup of tea.

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