My unsent letter today is for a dear friend, with whom I came in touch on the Internet.This was not posted as I did not know her postal address.It is lying with me. I dont know whether it will be posted or not. This post is prompted by write tribe,unsent letters# 3
My dear Alef,
To day I am in a reminiscent mood. I remember the day when we played Scrabble on face book.I was charmed by your name. I just asked you in the chat column whether you were from India. The chat which started with this insignificant introduction turned into friendship.This was almost two years back. I also remember that your Mom had passed away some days back and you were very upset. I felt very sad for you. There was not a single day when we did not chat. You remember,we played 10 or 12 Scrabble games every day. You told me about my moves. I learnt to play the game more efficiently. Scrabble was just an excuse.We chatted all the time. We became very close and knew about each others family. We knew what was being cooked for lunch and dinner. we shared several recipes.
Those days I was in the process of writing my book. I used to discuss about the incidents, I was writing in the book. We used to speak on the Skype. Your children became friendly with me. AQ and Za used to recite the poems they learnt in school. We shared our family problems. In fact we spoke to each other about every thing on earth. If you were not 'on line' even for a day ,I felt restless and uneasy. Do you remember when I started writing blogs, you were the only one to comment.
After you shifted to India, for a few days there was no contact with you,Your telephone number also changed I was relieved when I spoke to you after a long gap of about ten days. Now the Scrabble has also changed. The old one..... I miss it very much. This is more formal and we are unable to talk as we used to. I miss you on line and also Scrabble of olden days.I wonder when those good old days will come back.
We have never met. I hope that one day we will meet.When will it be,Alef?
If only you were here I remember you were dear to everyone. You were the first to welcome every body. You were very fond of children. After returning from School, they first asked for you. They hugged you, kissed you and pampered you. You jumped into the warmth and comfort of their bed. But if an elderly one entered, you jumped and hid behind some door.You loved to play Hide and Seek.When you fell ill we panicked.We could feel your pain.You left us craving for you. Death does not spare anyone.We miss you, our dog Elsa. Wish you were here.
Prompted by Kajal Kapur,Write Tribe, 100 words on Saturday
I just now read Suzi's Write Tribe's unique idea of writing whatever comes to mind. The first thought which came to my mind was 'my home'.The home which is my nest, my life, and my succour Wherever we go, when ever we go, we wish to be back home. Many a times we wish to go for an outing for some days,but once away from home we yearn to be back home. Our own abode! There is a popular saying,'the heart is where the home is'. It is literally true in my case. I love my home, my corner, and my belongings. We built our house with great enthusiasm, devotion, zeal and emotion. All our life's savings we happily spent on the construction of our dream house. When the house was completed my exuberance and exhilaration knew no bounds. My husband's love for gardening got an impetus. We have more than five hundred plants, which he tends with great care and passion.On the roof top we have planted flowers. On the back side is 'kitchen garden' where we have grown tomatoes, brinjal,cabbage, cauliflower, spinach, lemons, guava pomegranates and many other plants.It is very fulfilling to see the plants growing. In the balconies, we have placed potted plants. Here is a small poem, which I wrote when my grand daughters were here. Now both of them are pursuing higher studies. The elder one in USA and the younger one in the college hostel. A home that
was in my dreams
Its dream no
more, its my nest
A look at it
makes my eyes gleam
A wish fulfilled,
it is the best.
Its here we lead
little ones gleefully
singing, in rainy showers
daughters enjoy freely.
all hues and shades
Planted tenderly with love and care
ornamental green canopy
Swaying merrily on the roof garden.
Hubby and me
lost in old memories
music,manna for the soul
couple, he and I, playing card
Enjoying each moment in our dream.
This post is a part of Suzi's Free Write for Write Tribe for this week.
Besides writing blogs ,I have another hobby.I love to play games on Facebook. My favourite games are Scrabble, and Mind jolt games, which include Spider Solitaire, Word chaos, Word drop, Beleaguered castle solitaire and many more. I play Beleaguered castle solitaire regularly.I was overwhelmed today when I saw that in the week ending 15th Sept.2013, the statistics displayed there showed, that I have obtained 1st position in the globe. I cannot describe how excited I am!! 1st position in the globe. Wow! I cannot believe it !!
A psychology lecturer held half glass of water and questioned,"What is the weight of this glass?"Different replies came from the students, ranging from 2mls to 10mls.The lecturer said, "Absolute weight does'nt matter. It depends how long we hold it. Hold this glass for two minutes there is no problem,in one hour my hand will pain, if I hold it the whole day, my hand will paralyse. Similarly if we worry about our problems for a minute they will pass off but the longer we worry , they will paralyse our mind, incapable of doing anything." DON'T WORRY!
This prompt is written in response to Write Tribe 100 words on Saturday
Neha was sitting in the balcony with a paper and a few pictures in her hand. Tears were flowing endlessly like a stream,which she did not even wipe away. Nobody could say whether these tears were of sorrow or satisfaction. In the last one hour she read the paper in her hand umpteen times.
Her thoughts drifted to the events of the past. She and Suresh were married for three years and she had not conceived. They had lost all hopes of becoming parents. Then one fine morning she realised that she had missed her periods for two months. A lady doctor confirmed that she was on the family way. She and Suresh were in seventh heaven. Time passed quickly and she gave birth to a baby girl. Their joy knew no bounds. The baby was like a doll.She had golden brown hair and pretty blue eyes .They named her Pari. The child was the apple of their eyes. When she was four years old ,they sent her to a Convent School.She was a brilliant child. When Pari was in class five, Suresh got a transfer to a small town, where a huge gas plant was scheduled to be constructed. Being an Engineer he was the Head of the team. There were no schooling facilities in the town. They had no other option but to send Pari to a hostel. Mother, as well as the daughter cried for several days. Finally with a heavy heart, Pari was admitted to the hostel and Suresh joined his duty. Pari wrote a letter every week, stating that she was very unhappy and wanted to be back home. The couple were always tense. Suresh applied for a transfer, which, he knew very well would not be entertained.All these past events replayed in front of Neha's eyes,as she was reading a letter from Pari which had she received about an hour ago.. She was not aware for how long she was sitting in the balcony. She read and re read the letter. Her husband entered the balcony, but she did not notice. Suddenly he asked what was she doing there. She handed the letter to him.Without a word he started reading.
My dear Mom and Dad,
We had Independence Day celebrations in the school today. It was great fun. First of all our tricoloured National Flag was hoisted. by Principal Sir. All the children sang the National anthem.We were in school uniform, boys in whiteshirt and bluepants and girls in whiteblouse and blueskirts. The green. trees in the background were wonderful. Then there was a march past. The children were wearing red and blackdress.The Punjabi gidda dance was very good. Children were wearing yellow, red ,green and blue saris.They looked so sweet and grown up in saris. We were also dancing in our seats. There was a small skit.We laughed and laughed. Girls from my class performed Kuchipudi dance. They looked pretty in red,blue and green salwar suits. Next time I will also participate. In the end we were given chocolates.Mom and Dad, I am very happy. I love my school.I am very very happy. Thank you Mom and Dad for sending me to this school. Luv you Mom and Dad.
Your loving daughter.
Suresh read the whole letter in one glance. He looked at Neha,smiled and hugged her. They were at peace .