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We had a dream

To travel to those far off wonderful lands

We thought we had ample time on our hands

But he left the world, and went on his travels alone

Where he didn’t need a passport on demand

I can’t think of traveling on my own anywhere

Cause I think without him it will be a nightmare




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No Connection

How do we get connected when she won’t pick the phone? Please, please pick the phone. I have crashed my car. I need you to speak with me. Please can you get the insurance people. They say my name isn’t on it.

Why do I get this crap? I have been paying them on my credit card. They know where to send the monthly bill, and yet they don’t know me. Please pick up the phone………..

I am not getting connected to my daughter. It’s so frustrating!

Last Friday turned nightmarish for me, and the phone’s battery ran out too.
Daily Prompt: Connected

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Hang a Dream Catcher

Pleasant dreams have vanished in yesteryears

Nightmare occurs and it’s so queer

Frightened and in tears I wake up and see

Am lying in bed and there is nothing to fear




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Dreams turn Thorns

Why do I feel I am in a dream

Or is it a nightmare

My worse dream come true

Because I am afraid

And I am scared

What my life has come to

And where will it end?

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.


My Nightmare Begins

I was saying my Isha Prayers before sleeping when my son knocked on the door, and said, “Mom! Please pray for safety as there is a flood, and tornado warning”.

Through out the night there was a merciless torrent of rain beating against the roof, and windows. There was so much noise, I couldn’t sleep. Anyway it’s calm now, and the sun showed its’ face briefly before hiding his face in the watery sky.

Thank God there wasn’t a living nightmare.

Describe the last nightmare you remember having. What do you think it meant?

My Mom and I

I open the door, and step out. On my left is my mother, whom I have not seen since childhood. I don’t even wonder why she is here, and what am I doing holding her hand?

She is wearing a gray-black cloak. Neither her face is visible, or the hand I am holding onto. 

Outside it’s bright sunshine, but I don’t feel warm, or cold. The land beneath my feet is dry scrub land. There is no one else besides ourselves.

I keep on prattling to my mother. I am not feeling any apprehension as to where she is taking me.

Suddenly we are going into darkness, down underground. I am still not afraid. Although I am in darkness, I can see the sunshine outside. Then I see my husband, who is calling me. At this point I am wondering why can’t he see me? Why can’t he find me? Why can’t he hear me?

This dream I saw 6-7 years back. My mother died in my childhood, and I never saw her till this dream. When I saw this dream I thought I will be dying, but I am alive, and my husband is dead.


Just a Dream

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.


Two Right Feet
by Ben Huberman
What are the things you need to do within 30 minutes of waking up to ensure your day gets off on the right foot? What happened the last time you didn’t do one of these things?

At beginning of a morn, I get up and pray
It’s the same thing I do at the end of a day

My first thing in the morning is to get up for Fajr (morning prayer). I rarely miss saying it. Before I sleep, I set up an alarm to wake me up at the required time.

The last time I missed it was about five years back. My (late) husband R, and I had gone to the village to attend a relative’s marriage. After attending the first day function, I got to my home in the evening.

Our home in the village remained closed, and shuttered till we went there for a night or two. It would collect dust massively. It is, and was a nightmare to clean. My greatest obstacle was the load shedding. With no electricity I couldn’t use the vacuum cleaner. Sometimes the watchman (we had employed for the village home) would forget to fill the water tank (for wee hours the electricity would come, and go) —there wouldn’t be any water for washing, or any other purpose.

In between my bouts of cleaning, I managed to give R his evening tea, and later on meals. I washed the dishes, and give the kitchen a good scrub too. R went to sleep, and I continued with cleaning till the electricity went off at 12p.m. I lighted a candle, and went to shower to remove the dust, and grime. I said my night prayer, before I went to sleep. By then, it was 1.30 am.
I was bone tired, and sleepy, and forgot the alarm.

I was jolted into awakening by R, when he asked for tea. I realized that I had missed my prayer. That day my husband, and I had a disagreement over something which morphed into a huge spat. I was miserable the whole day, and I didn’t enjoy the wedding festivities.

I feel blessed, and at peace after going through my Fajr Salah (prayer). Angels surround us at the time of praying to God, and we feel peace, and calmness in our hearts.



Daily Prompt: Can’t Stand Me
What do you find more unbearable watching a video of yourself, or listening to a recording of your voice? Why?


I suppose it depends on who is making a video, my son-in-law FJ, or my son S. If FJ is behind the camera I look fabulous (I am afraid not in real life).

My bad luck! If S is taking the shots, I look nearly dreadful.

I don’t use makeup, so my video turns out okay. My skin looks unbelievably perfect (don’t get a wrong idea, it looks that way in videos only), but believe me my hair is a nightmare. My hair is more like wild horses which can’t be tamed.

The hair slouches onto my forehead. It looks awful to say the least.

Why can’t I get the hang of it?

One of my wishes; oh God there are so many!

I want my hair to look the way Michelle (the lady who cuts my hair) does my hair when she cuts and styles it. I think my hair has a mind of it’s own.

My daughter, and my granddaughters got the voice gene from me. I suppose it’s all right.

It was funny when the daughter-in-law N lived with us (my husband and I).
If I picked the phone the caller always assumed I was a child. Depending whether the caller took me for a girl or boy (speaking to me very gently), “Child is your father at home?” Or, “Can you call your father?”

If N attended the phone, she was asked, “How are you Mrs. R? Please can you call R to the phone?”

In the beginning I would explain. The explanation of who I was usually embarrassed the caller, so I gave up.

I would become the child, “Yes sir, please hold on.”


My Life

Daily Prompt: Powerful Suggestion
What’s the one piece of advice you wish someone had given you a year (or five, or ten……..) ago?

After hysterectomy no one, and by no one I mean the doctor too, told me not to lift heavy objects, or sit on my haunches.

I would do the housework, never giving any thought in lifting or moving things on my own. The end result was a prolapse of the bladder. I had a miserable life for the next twelve years. Twelve years of my life living a nightmare. I would wish that on no one.

The first time I went to see a gynecologist can you believe what she said, “Think of this as a boon. You won’t have urine leaking problem in later life.”

What was I going through, and what was she saying?

There was a failed operation to correct it at the hands of another incompetent doctor. This resulted in further misery. God save other women from her.

I lived through the terrible time. Finally in May 2012, I had another operation by a wonderful doctor. I got my life back to normal. God bless him always.

My Life