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Prompts for the Promptless – Ep. 10 – Saudade

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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, 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.

                                                           Father

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,

 

Father said,

get up you lazy bones,

birds are out of the nest,

chirping, jumping on the branches.

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do some exercise or play,

I never listened and slept.

Father said,

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.

 

 

About Indira

I knew all along that life is about, love, compassion, compatibility and friendship, but now I have discovered that life is also about sharing the thoughts, encouraging others and getting encouraged. So here I am with my blogs about life, friendship, love, and whatever life has taught me.

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  2. So sad and so sweet. 🙂

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  3. Wow Ma what a beautiful write up and a lovely tribute to Nanaji …
    Big hug 🙂

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  4. 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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  5. I’ve just nominated you for the Sunshine Award! You can find out all about it on my blog http://theamateurcamera.wordpress.com/2013/04/27/sunshine-happy-happy-happy/ 🙂

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  6. 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,
    Scott

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  8. So beautifully expressed. Loved it ,Indira. By the way, do you write in bengali too?

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