.Prompts for the Promptless – Ep. 10 – Saudade
Saudade is a Portuguese word that describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something/someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing will never return.
Saudade was once described as “the love that remains” after someone is gone. Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places, or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, and well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone (e.g., one’s children, parents, sibling, grandparents, friends, pets) or something (e.g., places, things one used to do in childhood, or other activities performed in the past) that should be there in a particular moment is missing, and the individual feels this absence. It brings sad and happy feelings all together, sadness for missing, and happiness for having experienced the feeling.
My father expired when I was 20 years old, just out of my college after my graduation. A few things he said I always remember, he was witty, humorous, and fun-loving. He could not stand silence, he will always turn on the radio. He never said a harsh word to my mother and his children. Here is my little poem for him,
get up your lazy bones,
Birds are out of the Nest,
Chirping, Jumping on the Branches.
Getting up late is an unhealthy Habit
Do some exercise or play,
I never listened and slept.
only dreaming and playing,
will take you nowhere,
Study hard and get some knowledge.
Knowledge is power
knowledge will get you connected with all.
I paused and
to play, I left.
Now, the father is no more,
My life is in Shamble,
My bones all grumble,
All those teachings of my father,
I remembered and wept.
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So sad and so sweet. 🙂
Wow Ma what a beautiful write up and a lovely tribute to Nanaji …
Big hug 🙂
Thanks Soma, now only sweet memories are there.
This is beautiful. I too lost my father, 10 years ago now. I never really took the time to get to know him properly and only really started to see the real him through other people’s memories. I wish I had spent more time with him and I miss him still but it is a reminder to seize the moments we can in life 🙂
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You are right, same thing happened with me. I was much more close to my mother. Yes we must seize the moment whenever we can.
Thanks for sharing your feelings with me.
Thank you, for sharing yours through your beautiful poetry.
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Thanks dear, so sweet of you.
You’re very welcome 🙂
Not a “little” poem, Indira. That was inspirational. I am trying hard to look at my father well and good before he is gone. Thanks for the help,
Thanks Scott, you are so encouraging. I’m overwhelmed, really.
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So beautifully expressed. Loved it ,Indira. By the way, do you write in bengali too?
Thanks, I don’t write in Bengali but one day I’ll write.
I am going to read the hindi section of your blog now. I thought you’re a Bengali and that’s why I asked it. 🙂 Your words are very beautiful . Great to know find your blog here.
I’m married to a Bengali. I love Bengali literature. Thanks for your comment, very encouraging.
I started following your blog and will be a regular visitor. Keep writing. 🙂
You are welcome dear.
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