via Daily Prompt: Patina
So, Patina & I bump into one another all the time. I live in Mumbai where it’s hot and humid by the Arabian sea, and I guess she loves it here. And oh let me also mention why we come face to face so often, it’s because I’m into brass artefacts and she loves Brass/ Bronze – embracing them wherever and whenever she can. She’s persistent too coming back time & again, and making me work so hard, brushing and polishing up all the time.
I often wonder what life would be like without her around – I want to migrate overseas and settle somewhere inland, far away from her. I guess that’ll make her visits less frequent, don’t you think?
Sigh, but as things stand here & now – we’re inseparable. Love it or hate it, I can’t get away from it.
P.S – I’m into brass handicrafts and most of my products have to be buff polished before shipping to my customers, thanks to the Patina phenomena. 🙂
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“Move aside or you’ll get hurt!
“That’s ok”, was the nonchalant response.
Apologetic now the frightened voice said, ‘I’m helpless.”
The response, “We were up there ourselves but had to learn to let go – of our fears & our anchor. A time comes when we all have to take the plunge. As we lie here, we don’t know the future, but worrying helps not. So we’ll just go with the flow”
‘That, sounds dangerously close for comfort’, thought the icicle wryly as he dropped, knowing he’d melt and take them (leaves) with his flow.
Written for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a story in 100 words or less in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.
Was typing out a blog on the bed late night with my daughter sleeping next to me. She was amazed at my typing speed and asked me how & where I’d learnt to type. And as I searched my memory I remembered that I had learnt this skill from a close friend of mine who goes back to me to my MBA days. I was fresh out of graduation college but he had prior work experience. Those were the days (in 2000) when computers & the internet had taken India by storm & which is how he had learnt it at work – for official communication. I remember still that he would draw out the keyboard on an A4 sheet and get me to practise on it. He would sit next to me patiently to ensure I did so at least for 15-20 mins at college everyday and then push me to practise later after college as well. He was a part of the TECH team back then and I would be given access to the computer lab to practise my skill – and lo – I owe such an important skill to him!
It’s amazing how friends add new dimensions to your life, new shades to your personality. I read somewhere that parts of us are born when we meet a friend – parts that we didn’t know lay dormant/in-channelled.
So many of my hobbies/interests have started due to friends – my love for trekking, my pursuit of good health & fitness, love for a different music genre, photography, books, poetry and fashion. So many of my biases have been questioned and thwarted (and rightly so) by my more balanced friends. Yes I know it’s difficult finding such friends – but once you have you’ll realise that they are indeed God’s greatest gift.
Find friends and give as much as you can – help them develop new skills, part with your knowledge and expertise, push them out of their comfort zones and you’ll see that you’ll receive far more in return. Your life will be full, varied and blessed.
My daughter who’s recently turned 7 is a total firecracker! She has a mind of her own and does as she pleases. There’s no disciplining her. Not that she’s a naughty child – just that she refuses to accept anything unless it agrees with her sense of right/wrong. For a little girl that’s quite something. There’s no cowing her down either – she rises and fights back – never giving up and she’s brave – always trying to overcome her fears and proving them wrong 🙂
So most times I’m at the end of my patience trying to get her to toe the line – follow rules and it’s exasperating! But every time I see her afresh, like when she’s back from school, or her play or up in the morning – my heart skips a beat. I feel this immense love for her. I don’t know where it came from, why I feel it so intensely and what’s my connection to her, but in the whole wide world if there’s one thing that I love dearly and truly without reason – it’s her. If this isn’t magic then what is?
Written in response to the photo prompt challenge magic
via Daily Prompt: Mystery
The mystery of love –
You cry and promise you’ll never get back again,
and then you beg for forgiveness;
you cry your heart, holding out,
and then cry your heart out giving in;
you vow to avenge yourself, and yet after it all, you give in?
how insulting and humiliating it is to see your ego ground to dust
What of all that anger, threats, and helplessness you felt, that humiliation and hurt?
You throw it all away to smile again and be loved.
Love proves greater than resolve – why?
Because it’s sweet, it’s magical, it feels wonderful and warm when you’re in it.
Can anyone at all resist the lure of beauty of true love?
I can’t – oh I give in like a wilted flower wanting to blossom again, like a stale musty breeze captured in a room, wanting the waft of the morning cool breeze.
I can’t resist, I give in again and again – oh to the mystery of love!
Embrace the unknown alone,
Don’t be afraid to put yourself out there – the experiences you shall have, shall nourish you forever,
Feel and accept the aloneness – paradoxically it sets you free.
Our first experience alone is always liberating, mine certainly was. It was, because I had doubted myself – my confidence and the ability to go an unknown land & have unknown experiences alone; to embrace the unknown and look forward to it is not easy.
We all depend on one another for love and help. But sometimes it binds us from exploring, from finding more about ourselves/ reaching our full potential. We fear the unknown, doubt our capabilities and choose the warmth and comfort of the confines we’ve lived in so far. Sometimes we need to know and prove to ourselves that we can take care of ourselves, we can survive out there on our own. Of course one hopes that the day never comes or that if it does, its a result of our choices; but still if it does we will have the courage to embrace the unknown and go it SOLO! 🙂
Hence the sense of liberation comes after the experience – and I felt it. Right after I stepped out of my plane in Berlin (leaving Vienna behind – after my 4 night first solo trip) and into the confines of the airport where I knew I’d be re-united with my husband who would be joining me here in an hour. The exhilaration hit me as I settled down with a coffee to wait for him – wow! I’d finally done it. I had proven to myself that I was capable of being on my own in an unknown country for 4 whole days – mapping sightseeing routes, understanding the underground train lines and negotiating my way, befriending strangers, living everyday life in a city I had never set my sights on before, having lunch alone in a café and still enjoying it, watching an opera alone – activities I had always done with company hitherto.
I know now that I can live anywhere in the world and be ok. I can travel alone, shop and live alone and still manage. It reinforces, its a boost to your inner strength and courage. To many – it may seem like no big deal – but for a first timer – It is a BIG deal!
Children see positivity in everything. No emotion is coloured by negative thoughts nor is an action judged as motivated and questioned . It’s beautiful to witness this purity of thought. When one brings another a toy or a sweet; they accept it readily and lovingly. And then we grow up and there comes about a change. Where, when and how, I don’t know. Maybe we are taught at times to be wary of people, to not accept gifts from others without reason, not to be too trusting and loving – because we fear being hurt. But what love is that where you haven’t invested enough emotionally, so you aren’t scarred even a bit when things don’t work out?
We move away from home for higher education and then our jobs. How we forget those who once were essential to our existence. I know of people who don’t get to see their parents for years. It’s so easy to forget and be ungrateful. Then there are relatives we loved as children. We played with those uncles and aunts. Then comes a time when we drift apart. There are times when we meet briefly and when we do, we use our minds to judge them, we start looking for changes, we start questioning motives. We’re suspicious when people are nice to us! Why can’t our thoughts be pure. Why can’t we love them as we did when we were children? Let’s teach ourselves to be more trusting, loving and giving especially to the people who loved us once but are far away now.
I remember my maternal great grandmother who I loved as a child. She lived with us for a couple of years and went back to our native place later. She’d tell us magical stories, give us food and love. I even remember her piercing my ears and then attending to the wound until it healed. Didn’t see much of her later as I grew up. We’d go to our native place only for the summer vacation. Those couple of months were wonderful though and she’d shower us with affection. She passed away quite a few years back and I couldn’t see her before that. I had heard she’d become totally blind a couple of years before her death. I regret not having made the trip to see her. To have been around and near her. To have told her that I loved her and that she had made my childhood years special.