Word High July: Bughaw

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Blue

One fine day in summer June

Singing loud and cheery tune

Friends exploring wilderness four

Breaking the silence with their roars

Besides the river the jungle spread

Carefully though on brink we tread

Excited thrilled and spirits high

We kept trekking the river side

Wondering what fun more awaited

When one friend at once located

A massive cliff towards which we headed

Nothing that day we least had dreaded

But upon reaching the spot

We admitted that we could not

Find a way to climb that steep

Cliff so we must now try to leap

The far side of the river and go

Exploring more of jungle so

One by one we each descended

Down the land where sea had bended

Let’s get down to the river now,

And holding hands together somehow,

Cross this river sparkling blue

Where crows above noisily flew

Then my first friend slowly got down

“It’s not deep” we heard his sound

As I put my foot in there

The ground beneath me ebbed somewhere

And in a flash I splashed in deep

Carried away by a powerful sweep

Of the currents of angry river

Whole frame of mine then tossed with quiver.

Blue and Blue was all I saw

Tasted water harsh and raw

I knew not how to swim back then

I gasped for air panic stricken

The river played me like a toy

As mad bull rides a poor cowboy

Then by miracle something caught

My legs as I pathetically fought

Towards the shore was I then thrown

And quick for life I clasped a stone

I coughed the water then my mind

Saw my friend who had been kind

To jump at once and swim like fish

Before I drowned like a wrecked ship.

 

–  r prab

 

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In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Bughaw

 

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Word High July : Tinatangi

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The First Sight

O Belle,

You really stole my heart,

That day I should have been alert

Everything proceeded unprecedentedly

When my gaze fell on you accidentally

Your superb beauty had caught

My heart which nearly stopped

Throbbing.And I stood silent and still

Embellish and adorning your beauty until

I asked to myself it can’t be true

Am I really in love with you?

-r prab

(Ok, I wrote this poem many many years ago when I had one of those teenage crushes in school. The ‘Belle’ was one year junior to me and I was captivated at the very first sight of her. It appears such a distant memory now! But I’m glad I could recall this as I was wondering what to share for today’s prompt. More so, because most of the participants are writing about love, I guess that’s why my mind got inspired to recall this! 🙂 I am thankful to Rosema and Maria for hosting this nice event!  )

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In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Tinatangi

 

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Mother’s Day

That was the day I had to leave my town to go to the city, for my first employment.I had my train scheduled 2 hours later.The journey would take me 36 hours.I was going to the far south of the mainland to start a new life.

Every sort of packing was done.And my mother was getting anxious that I will be going away from home, away from her. No matter how much we grow up, our mothers alway see us as a small child and gets worried when we part from her.She thinks ‘Oh, Who will take care of my child now.’

So my mother was restless that day.She insisted me that I lay on the bed and take rest because the travelling would be tiring.But I was sitting on a chair and thinking about my new life.’Why don’t you take a nap?’ she said politely with a feeling of worry, ‘You have a long journey ahead’ ‘It is Ok’, I said still absorbed in my contemplations of the future.She was not convinced, though she didn’t say anything.She went into the kitchen.

Just then it started to rain and a strong wind started blowing.I got excited, as it was the first rain of the season.I took my chair out and sat near the door.The wind beat across my face with droplets of rain water.The electric supply was cut when it began lightning and roaring thunders ensued.The home became dark.

My mother came at the door, where I was sitting.She was glad that it was raining,’How nice the rains have come.The scorching heat will go away now’ We both looked at our garden for some time, the plants dancing with the rain and the flowers swaying in the wind. But then she noticed that the blowing wind brought dust with it as I was rubbing my eyes occasionally. ‘Don’t sit here’ she persisted. ‘Get inside, there is so much dust here.’ ‘It’s Ok’,I said, while still rubbing my eyes.

She stood there for some time then again expressed that I get inside and take rest and that the journey will be long and tiring. I continued to sit where I was sitting not saying anything.She gave up, at last, speaking to herself in a tone of resignation ‘I wonder what makes my son sit in the wind laden with dust when it is comfortable inside’ She went again to the kitchen.

I heard the faint tinkling of her bangles amidst the sound of rain clatter. Suddenly I saw a plate of chopped fruits in front of me.It was my mother holding the plate with an expression of deep concern.I took the plate and picked up a slice of apple to eat.She didn’t say anything and went inside. I heard no sound. She might have decided to take a nap I thought.

I looked at the distant clouds, getting brighter and I saw the lilacs tossing their heads in the garden.I picked up another piece of apple  from the plate and started eating it.Just then, a gust of the wind laden with dust swept across my face.I put down the plate and started rubbing my eyes.

(I write this, recollecting the last week’s happening when I was leaving home to come to this city for my new job. On this Mother’s Day, I express my deep gratitude and love to my mother who has always been so affectionate,kind and caring. I often speak less and don’t talk much but I do feel and understand how much she cares selflessly. I wish her all happiness, health, and peace.And I wish every one of us  feels the blessing of mother and be able to reciprocate her love to the utmost extent we can.)

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: The Travelling Library

As I was rummaging through my old trunk filled with books, I was thrilled to see some classics lying there, unattended since quite a long time.I have to relocate so I have been going through all those closed boxes,trunks and bookshelf, where dust and insects have seemingly constructed a housing colony of their own.

Few of the books I noticed had got weak and fragile.I feared their pages might start falling off if mishandled even a bit.I decided to get them hard bound at the book binding shop.

In the evening,as I carried the satchel of old books with me, happy that they will look robust after the binding was done,I was interrupted by a friend who asked me where was I headed to.
“To the book binding shop, ” I said with delight.
“But there is no binding shop, aren’t you aware?”
“What ! There was one besides that electronics repairing store, a young man used to run the shop, I remember”
“It’s been years he closed down, must not be getting any business probably”
“Really” I was surprised “No book binding shop nearby?”
“None I know, nobody needs it anymore I guess”
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This episode unfolded yesterday evening and I had been thinking about it since morning. True, I myself now read most of the books on Kindle and search more fervently on Google rather than my thick encyclopedias. Perhaps we are living in the phase of transition.Our very next generation may view paper books with curiosity; and wonder how could we be comfortable with that, much like us, who would gape at the big floppy disks, 1.44 MB memory size, our fathers used to work with!
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Mandi wrote this beautiful story as a part of the challenge “Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, ” which she is avidly pursuing! The story struck a chord with me as she narrated this curious tale of future generation teens who accidentally find a library and start speculating as to what sort of thing it is! I couldn’t help but smile thinking this is exactly what had been going on in my mind.I invite you to read this nice story by her, titled “The Travelling Library”.I really liked it and I am sure you too will appreciate the essence of the changing times, this story captures.

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Thanks to Roger Shippfor hosting FFftPP. Today’s sentence to be included is: “Thoseare the directions…”

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“These rocks are cool,” Tanya sad climbing on top a stack of rocks. “I wonder how and why they are formed like this?”

Tanya’s friend Crystal chimed in, ” Yeah, I wonder too. But we’re in the middle of nowhere and have no phone reception so we can’t even Google the answer. I’m questioning why my friend Tyler told me we should takeparticulardirections to see these rocks.”

Suddenly, before Tanya and Crystal’s eyes a building appeared. It was all glass but the inside was filled with millions of books and scrolls.

Crystal tried to pronounce the word on the front of the building. “It’s a library,” Tanya said. “It’s where people used to research before Google and the Internet. I’ve never seen a library. I remember…

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All those who wander aren’t lost

At last I opened my eyes.It was dark.I decided against making any
further efforts to sleep.It was futile.Sleep had eluded me without notice this night.I admitted it.

I searched for the light switch in darkness and toppled the water bottle.It fell with a thud on the floor and made a rolling sound.I found the switch.When light flooded the room, I saw the bottle.It had sulkily gone to a corner.I didn’t make any endeavor to pick it.

I must do something.I looked around for some inspiration- ‘What could
be done to kill time at 3 AM in the morning?’ I turned my head towards
left,then right,then up,then down,then again left and again right.My
neck ached.

I took up a pen.”May be I should write something.”I recalled Bram
Stoker who wrote parts of ‘Dracula’ while sitting on the beach.I wasn’t on
a beach but the ardent ceiling fan whizzed down beach like gale.I tore
out a page and flattened it face up.It was blank.Blank paper is such
an inspiration!It attracts attention.It has something mysterious about
it.Very inviting sort of.One gets pulled towards it! It makes a silent declaration- ‘Don’t worry,I am harmless’

I pinned down the harmless paper with a cellphone to save it from the
assault of ceiling fan.(ceiling fan must learn to behave.) Now I was
ready. I creased my eyebrows and made a thoughtful expression,like a
serious writer.And I started thinking too.

I saw in my mind a unicorn reading a book.Then I saw a Dracula
walking on beach-then polar bears sleeping peacefully in snow-people rowing boats in a city.Then I tried to recall what the inhabitants of Antarctica were called.

I looked down at the paper, it looked back at me – expectantly.I
shrugged and looked around- for more inspiration. The bottle had
quietly fell asleep at the corner.’Huh’ I sighed and put back the cap on the pen.

I laid back down on bed and stretched myself.Some joints cracked.

Something like a pebble fell on the stack of newspapers.I sat up
intrigued.I looked towards the stack of newspapers lying at some
distance. A black pebble like winged insect which makes  buzzzzzzzz
sound had crash landed.It was agitated.It moved around a bold
newspaper headline in panic.There was a picture of a man with long beard.He was wearing spectacles.The headline read-“All those who wander aren’t lost”

I laid back and stretched again.The stoic fan swirled unconcernedly.The buzzz insect was silent.After some time,it started buzzing again.It rose up and flew out through the window.

‘Good idea!’,I mused,’Let me write a new post for my blog.’

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