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Category: Random Thoughts
Am I Evil?
Last night around 11, we heard a hair-raising screach of car tyres in the narrow lane outside my house, followed by a loud thud. We ran towards the windows facing the main road. The car had ended against the electric pole across the road.
My first thought was, “Is that a learner who pushed the accelerator too hard? Is he even an adult?”
Smell of burnt tyres filled the air and a whiff of smoke rose from the car front. No one stirred out. The next thought was, “Is he dead?”
As I itched to run out and help them, the family of the car’s passenger (who live at the end of the long lane) ran into the scene. The shouting that ensued confirmed my worst fear–the driver and co-passenger had been drinking in the car. My will to help died right away.
That pole could have been me or my child!
Of course, they have the right to risk their own lives–they can hang themselves from a fan if they want. They don’t have the right over my family though.
The policeman in the area alerted the driver to remove the bottles of alcohol and go home before the police car arrived and checked him for a breath analyzer test. The owner will get his insurance money and buy a new car soon for a repeat performance. Apparently, he’s not new to all this and this drunk driving will go on until someone dies. I hope it is him.
Does that make me evil?
Lantern: Hope
Storm
rocks my
paper ship–
drenched, not drowned–
ever.
Author’s note: Lantern is a type of descriptive poetry from Japan that follows the syllable structure of one, two, three, four and one syllables per line to shape a lantern when the words are centered to middle.
Haiku: Light
Night spreads its limbs afar.
Sea of darkness looks back at me.
In prayers, I find the Sun.
Little Treasures
One of my favourite writers, Pete Johnson from Beetley, recently wrote about his tin box and the memories within it.
It reminded me of my own. My treasured tin box holds:
- Old coins from my late grandmother (1 paisa worth around 10,000th part of a pound, 3 paisa and 5 paisa) that went out of circulation before I was born and have no materay value;
- A couple of leaves that were birthday gifts by friends with “Happy Birthday, Shaily” and “We Miss You!” written on them in red paint, gifted by two of my friends who were in a village with no access to birthday cards at the time;
- Beads of a broken bracelet from my oldest friend;
- The dollar my brother gave me when he returned from Texas;
- The 1″ X 1″ Philips music player that my parents gave me as a reward for excelling in my MBA first semester (doesnot work anymore, but…);
- My pen drive that holds my MBA research project (doesnot work anymore, but…);
- A pair of beloved, well-used and, now, broken earrings that one of my best friends gifted me on my birthday, right before he got down on one knee to tell me that he loves me;
- A single earring (well used and now deviod of its partner) sent by mail by the same person two years later on our first Valentine’s day apart; and
- Five capsules, each one stuffed with a miniscule handwritten notes, saying “I love you” from you-know-who on the same day.
Some treasures I am unable to fit inside a tin box.
- A couple of birthday post cards from Manpreet, my bestie, that have handmade paintings with 100+ “I LOVE YOU” hidden inside the design
- My copy of Three Men in a Boat that I read too often to bother hide it inside a tin box, only to pull it out the next day
- The invitation card of my marriage to you-know-who
- Our daughter’s countless pictures
All of these treasures, except the coins, were acquired after I became an adult. What, do you think, does that say about me?
Do you have any treasure boxes of your own?
The World Ends When I End…
The world ends when I end…
I am the sun, the moon, the stars.
I am the rains and starving winters.
I am the ground upon which all I know stands.
When I go, the world as I know it goes with me.
When I am not, none of this will be.
In reaction to Colin McQueens’s latest ‘discussion’
Social Distancing
Lately, I went off the social grid for a couple of weeks due to the new mobile I had bought.
I am scared of new technology and keep each of my phone until it almost dies. The last one was with me for 4 years and was a birthday gift from my husband. After four years of constant nagging from my over-indulgent husband, I agreed to let it go. It was still in a good shape. The only item I ever had to replace was the charging cord. The adapter was still good as new. I wouldn’t have given it up but the carrot my husband had hung in front of me was the much-superior camera quality. So, finally I took the bait.
Now, I have the new phone, but am scared to touch any button for the fear of triggering… something… Not sure what that something is but the fear of the unknown evil far outweighs the excitement of discovering something new. Hence, I haven’t downloaded the Whatsapp and WordPress applications.
Initially, it was weird to have nothing to do. I thought it was the end of the world. How would I exist without Whatsapp, Facebook, Instagram…how would I connect with my friends and family? How would I live without checking WordPress comments every free minute I had…
Well, I survived.
Here I am–a new person who has more time in her hands than ever. I have painted, watched movies, created storage boxes for toys, mended clothes, resized old dresses, taken active interest in daughter’s home education…anything to kill time! I even need less sleep, I get up erlier than usual and don’t feel loopy all day.
And I made real phone calls to people–not just texting on Whatsapp but actually dialing the number, waiting for them to pick up while listening to the caller’s tune and talking to real people who mean something in my life! And I visited relatives who live in the same city–real people in flesh.
I know! Weird…
New Phone Fiasco
Hi All,
I’m getting a new phone tomorrow and will not be able to connect with you until I have figured out the WordPress app on it.
There will also be other things to deal with, like apps and security details for office, and moving pictures (2000 of them) and videos. And I’ll have to deal with my daughter’s excitement who will ensure to get one thousands pics clicked by the phone and with the phone. And then, she’ll demand to figure out You Tube first…because that’s next to breathing…
I hope to get sorted by this weekend. So, if I don’t reply your comments, you know why. 😁
Old is Gold
Since the times there was no Alexa,
There has always been Mom…
To Slay A Dragon
A tale worth telling…
No sword or arrow or poison could slay the dragon. It came like a storm from the north, rushing on the wind and raining fire. The land turned to ash under its breath, and when the village had emptied, the dragon dug out a nest with razor claws and draped its scaly coils over the charred remains.
A field of crude tents now spread along the edge of the nearest city, and from that city, perched between the forest and sea, men waged war with the dragon.
The sun was spreading a dark shadow at the forest’s feet when soldiers and archers came through the trees, bloodied and blackened, hauling carts of the dead behind them. Ahna stood among the tents, a hand resting on her swelling stomach, watching them come.
Roderick, a tall man with a sword and an army and a hall of stone, led them. He stopped…
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