A Year Wait

IB

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When IB (grandson) was going back to Houston, after a month’s stay here during the summer holidays, I kept getting more melancholy 🙁 day by day. Sunshine was going to be missing from our lives till he got back to us next year.

A friend told me to get more photos of him to last me a year of deprivation (as if that could suffice). She thought the photos could last me an year of not seeing him.

For the first month after he left, I would look at the videos, and photographs, reliving each moment again. Slowly my heartache dulled. The photo above is a favorite one. It bounces to life on my iPhone, when I click on it. IB smiles before the photo stills.

Summer

I waited for summer to come

Watching the tree from my balcony 

The tree was bare without leaves

And summer came covering the tree

But I won’t be here again

(Sheen-June2016)

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DAILY PROMPT

Summer

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

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Sing

Sing a song of summer to me

I badly need cool winds to blow

Taking away the hurt and sadness

Letting me breathe again

And begin anew

(Sheen-May2016)

DAILY PROMPT

Sing

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I Long For Summer

  

A view from my balcony
Last night it snowed, but after an hour, or so it stopped. Most of it has disappeared since. After spending nearly three years in Houston, I have yet to acclimatize to the cold weather and snow here in Virginia.

I long for summer, it’s bitterly cold

I want the sun to smile upon me

Its’ bright rays to chase away the cold

Its’ welcoming warmth to envelope me

(Sheen)

DAILY PROMPT

Longing

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Turn, Turn, Turn

  

I love to see the seasons change

For seasons come, and seasons go

Each year it’s different

That’s what I know

And

When winters come with icy winds

Why do I long for summers again?

(Sheen)

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Turn, Turn, Turn

Seasons change so quickly! Which one do you most look forward to? Which is your least favorite?

Full Moon

  

There was a time when we used to sleep under the sky in summers. The moon spread its heavenly cool light. The Night Queen flowers bloomed to radiate its fragrance till you could smell it into the far corners of our home. 

It used to be so pleasant sleeping outside. It felt so soothing.  The night sky shimmered with stars. When you woke up, you felt refreshed. It wasn’t like sleeping in a stuffy room, where you woke up still feeling tired.

Then people stopped sleeping outside. The world became a scary place. Now people fear someone will sneak over their boundary walls, and cause them harm.

Now no one sleeps outside anymore.

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The Full Moon

When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you.

Whoa

  

Every summer my younger brother, and I would be sent to spend our summer vacation with uncle A, and his family. This changed into been sent to grandma in my teen years. At uncle’s home, my cousin Z, and I spent hours talking, playing together with dolls, Badminton, or board games.

One day Z, and I were sitting on the steps of the back verandah, when she produced a cigarette. It was already lit. She offered it to me to smoke it. I had never smoked it before. I felt it was wrong, so I refused.

She took two, three drags of it, and asked me again. I refused while she started making fun of me calling me a frightened chick. She kept badgering me. I took it from her, and inhaled the smoke. My coughing wouldn’t stop while Z stomped on the cigarette to hide the evidence as to what she was doing. 

Those few moments were surreal, as if it was happening to someone else.

That was the one, and only time I touched a cigarette. I always wonder how people who are addicted to smoking can do this to themselves.

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What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?

Where I Live



At present I am in Sugar Land. It’s lovely, nice, and clean. The trees are still bare, waiting for new leaves to sprout. The shops, Mall are all located in the six miles radius. 

We had a mild winter. Now that summer is in the offing people have started cycling. In the evenings you see families coming out for walks.



It’s the best time here before summer starts. Then day time temperatures outside jump to the nineties. Though evenings are pleasant here, and with a cool breeze blowing, it’s heavenly.

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We Built This City

What do you love most about the city / town / place that you live in? What do you like the least about it? If you were mayor, what would be the most important problem you’d tackle? How would you tackle it?

One Summer

Daily Prompt: Un canned Laughter
A misused words, a misremembered song lyric, a cream pie that just happened to be there: tell us about a time you (or someone else) said or did something unintentionally

On summer Nola was five, and Shelly seven. I would fill the large bathtub in the bathroom with cold water. Both would play with their toys there. That would leave me free to quickly finish my kitchen work.

I was halfway through when Nola came running to me, with water dripping on the floor. Her eyes had gone round, and looked as large as saucers, “Mama! Did you know? Brother has got a tail.”

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You Can Always Go Home

Daily Prompt: we all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now, which song will remind you of the summer of 2014?

I liked Jason Mraz’s song “I won’t give up”. It felt like about my own resolve not to give up on my husband’s condition.

This year I liked “93 Million Miles”. I was missing my home in Peshawar. Where Jason sings “You can always come back home”, made me happy.

Jason’s new album is out: Yes 2014

I only like the song from it “A World With You”

Here is a guitar lesson on Long Drive. The nails look terrible. You will have to ignore them. Probably he doesn’t have time to clean up.

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You Can Always Go Home