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Shaky Confidence

Daily Prompt: I Have Confidence In Me
Are you good at what you do? What would you like to be better at?


I am not a very confident person. I try to be confident. I bolster up my shaky walls of confidence with prep talks to myself. People have no inkling of what I go through because on the outside I show a face full of confidence.

As a girl I was full of confidence. It was because of my father and my school teachers. They were very encouraging. I think because of my father’s love for me I was full of confidence. Similarly my teachers high praise was a boost to my confidence in myself.

After my father’s death I started getting disparaging jolts from my aunt and cousins. Ten months later my marriage took place. My self confidence further receded. My mother in law and my husband’s relatives eroded it with a fanatic zeal. To my dismay my husband was a party to it too.

Gradually as I grew older I became wiser to unjust criticism. People in the guise of sweetness gnaw at a person’s self confidence. Such people get satisfaction in their jabs at other people.

Once I grew wise I learnt to:
Keep away from them.
Not returning their visits.
By not talking to them except the basic, hello or hi.
Gradually stopped meeting them.

That’s how I stopped being victimized by so called relatives and friends.

The benefits. I got back a little of my self confidence back.

I found:
People who love you and show their love to you give you confidence.
One should have determination and disregard for obstacles and other people’s criticism.
Belief in myself that if I set out to achieve anything I can do it.

Nothing can be done without hope and confidence. Confidence is my great friend now.

Shaky Confidence



Flying First Time

Daily Prompt: Come Fly With Me
Share a story about the farthest you’ve ever travelled from home.


Before marriage I had never travelled far from home. My wedding took place at Lahore, Pakistan. My husband R had come for marriage from Rajshahi. (Formerly East Pakistan now Bangla Desh)

Mine was an arranged marriage. A year earlier my father had died. He had promised my hand in marriage to R.

A large number of relatives were invited for the occasion. A week earlier my older brother got married, and now it was my turn. I was curious as to how R looked like. He was having dinner with my elder uncle in the verandah, where dinning tables had been arranged for guests.

I was looking at R through the curtains, when my aunt entered the room. She scolded me for being shameless. I quickly made my escape, thoroughly embarrassed at getting caught.

Two weeks later, I boarded the plane with R for Dhaka. It was my first flight.  I was sad at leaving behind my brothers and sister. I felt queasy on the flight as there was air turbulence.


Dhaka is a great city. There are relics of the past like the old building above. It is known as the City of Mosques. To me the sights and smells were strange. From Dhaka we travelled by train and boats to reach Rajshahi.

To me it seemed an unending journey. Along the way we had to change a couple of boats. I soon enough lost track of it. The country side was a brilliant shade of green foliage, and a musty smell of water was prevalent in the air.

Finally our journey came to an end, and we reached Rajshahi. I was tired and wanted to lie down on a bed, but R wanted to show me our home. The two servants were excited to see me and greeted me with smiles.


Flying First Time

Scrabble To Play

Daily Prompt: The Perfect Game
You are set to play poker (or Scrabble or something else …) with a group of four. Write a story set during this game. Or describe the ideal match, the players, the relationships — and hidden rivalries.


The children were getting bored, so we all sat down to play Scrabble. I hurriedly removed mats to one side of the dinning table and put the used plates, forks and knives in the sink. I opened the Scrabble board and let the children first to take out the seven tiles each.

I guess IB being the youngest and I (the oldest) were the weak players. I do have a tendency to forget words when I need them most. They disappear somewhere and I keep floundering like a swimmer in a deep ocean. Where as a swimmer would hang on for dear life I try to hang on to words to increase my score. It is a wasted effort.

The children having the English language as their first language have an edge on me. They easily beat me with their vocabulary. Playing with them IB is no help. When it’s IB’s turn I have to help him too. Tears of frustration fill his eyes easily when he sees his elder brothers scoring over him. I have to encourage him every step of the way. Since I have to think for two people I lag behind. I do get a dismal score.

For me the satisfaction lies in IB learning new words. His vocabulary increases and he keeps away from playing meaning less games on electronic devices.


Scrabble To Play

I Need God

Daily Prompt: The Golden Hour
6.00 AM: The best hour of the day, or too close to your 3.00 AM bedtime?
Show DAWN.

However late I sleep, due to my own bad habit of not getting to bed on time, I usually wake up around five in the morning.
Why? Because I need to go to the bathroom otherwise it will be hogged by H, my grandson. He then very kindly occupies it for the next thirty minutes. So I have to time it to be the first. The third one Sn keeps on banging at the bathroom door, simultaneously yelling at H to hurry up otherwise both of them will be late for the school bus.

The reason I have to be early is, I have to get up and say my Fajr Prayer and so my day begins.
My Poem.

Dawn begins with a prayer
A prayer to the Almighty Being
He is my God, my anchorage
To Him in the end I’ll be going

I need God, He doesn’t need me
I have to pray for my own salvation
The early dawn I need to pray
To remember, to give thanks and then I am done

To confess: I am groggy in the morning if I don’t get the needed quota of sleep to replenish myself.


I Need God