‘B’ for boats.
- “Life is like a boat in the sea. When sea is rough, the only way to keep your boat moving forward is to keep rowing.”- Sompong Yusoontorn
‘B’ for boats.
Mother! Why our life is so tough, so full of twists and turns and bends”
‘So that you become tough, take lessons from every experience, ‘ mother said.
‘ It will help you sail through difficult times otherwise without pain and experience your life will be like a collection of empty pages, a book without any colorful illustrations ‘ she added.
Then she gave me a diary to fill every page of it with what choices, decisions I took in difficult time and how I survived that period, where I faltered, when I succeeded.
Now my diary is the proof of how I survived every rough storm and held my head high.
That’s very unfair. No, not the prompt but the question. Why?
Now, If I find myself unbearable in my video or recording then obviously I lack either good looks or melodious voice.
Any person with a tolerable looks or voice will not find themselves unbearable.
My cat said she looks better than me in pictures as she is lot more photogenic than me and she could mew in such a sweet voice that I should take training from her.
I believe her completely.
So both video and recording are a big no-no for me.
Word Count- 103
The lone surviving daughter in her family Laxmi looked at the sky hopefully.
Dark clouds, lightning and thunder promised a good rain fall this year.
She hoped her parents might not have to sell her this year to repay their debts.
In the last three years many in their debt ridden village were compelled to sell their wives and daughter to survive the ravaging drought, an uninvited guest.
The meager money provided by the State and Union Govt. to the drought affected areas did not reach the small farmers and agricultural workers like them.
She sighed, ‘ it’s too early to be hopeful.’
(related link- Farmers selling wives and daughters to survive drought)
“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As longs as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.”
― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
Daily Prompt- generous Genies- Remember those lovely genies who grant wishes? Well, you’re one and you’ve just been emancipated from your restrictive lamp. You can give your three wishes to whomever you want. Who do you give your three wishes to, and why?
Ah! It feels so nice to be emancipated from that tiny lamp.
It was a little boy who found and freed me. now I have to give him three wishes. It is the norm whether he understands the real value of wishes or not. If I ask him; he will certainly settle for toys, money or things like this so I think I shouldn’t ask him but give him whatever I think will be useful for him.
I will grant him,
1) loving, compassionate heart with respect to everyone.
2) The wish to work hard to aspire for his dreams.
3) A terror free, secure, caring society.
This will help him grow up as a nice and happy and an honest citizen and will be an asset to his society and nation.
This looks a bit mature things for a child but only a happy, secure,loving, caring and compassionate human being can give happiness to fellow human beings.
Daily Prompt- An Odd Trio- Today, you can write about whatever you what — but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit, a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel.
Nonsensical Tale of a cat, a soup bowl and a beach towel
The cat was looking at the empty bowl of soup indignantly. ‘He could have put some milk in it before sleeping’ she grunted.
‘You can eat some carrots instead’ poked the rat that was nibbling the corner of the beach towel, the man sleeping on the floor has wrapped around his waist.
‘You are a nincompoop’ said the cat.
The rat ran to the dictionary to find the meaning of it.
The dog who was shredding the other end of the beach towel laughed.
‘What’s so funny’ inquired both the cat and the rat.
‘It’s the way you run to the dictionary every time she says some funny word instead of doing your own work makes me laugh.’ said the dog and laughed again.
The man, who was still inside the beach towel, woke up with a start at the noise they made.
The towel fell on the ground. They all started laughing. He collected it and again wrapped around his waist.
‘Oh! I’m late again for the breakfast. Instead of chewing my towel why don’t you all do something?’ He complained.
‘You know we can’t cook’.
They all circled around him.
‘I’m hungry’, the rat said,’ there are no breadcrumbs on the floor.’
‘I’m hungry, no milk in the bowl’ whined the cat.
‘I’m hungry too.’ The dog barked.
‘I’m hungry too’ said the man.
For once they all agreed on something.
He fetched something for everyone from the kitchen then they all ate together.
rochellewisofffields-What does the photo prompt below say to you? Tell me in a hundred words.
The muck, moss and pigeon poop on the statue made me feel sorry for the king whose statue it was.
He must have had the false notion that coming generations will remember and revere him as all arrogant egoists have.
Guide told me how he burdened his subjects to excessive taxes to raise funds for his statue and tortured people who could not pay. Many died of poverty, hard work and starvation.
I am sure they were reborn as pigeons.
Now they were taking revenge by pooping on his statue as he could not harm them, except giving them a glare.
( I love helpful criticism.)
Gnarled and twisted fascinating trees.
Some more twists and turns