In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Plead the Fifth.”
If you are a doctor( which I doubt you are), then why are you not practising as one?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cut Off.”
I have felt truly lonely, even when surrounded by family and everyone else, when I found no one understands me, why I think and act as I do and that I can be happy in spite of my non- conventionality.
I have a husband and children – a 21 year old marriage, everything going well but I do feel lonely when I was considered an oddball as I gave up my job( mentioned in many previous posts) and chose to be unemployed rather than act against my principles and be forced to behave unethically. It surprises me even now that even my dearest and best can be un-understanding.
I would like to be understood- I do not mind being thought of as weird because as someone mentioned in a blog post recently, it is my weirdness that makes me distinctive.
Believe me, if one is mis-understood one can be as lonely as can be !
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Plot of Earth.”
It would have to be in the high ranges or mountains somewhere- my ideal plot of land. It would of course be far from the madding crowd. It would be nice if I could have it in the Dur Khaima or the Far Pavilions ( somewhere in the Hindukush mountains).
A light snow would be falling but the weather would be pleasant. The wind would bring with it the scent of almond blossoms from the far away city of Kabul.
In this plot of land, I would build up a small house, with just one room, a kitchen and a bathroom. I would have a huge fruit garden with all the fruit trees in the world- particularly apples, cherries, plums, apricots and such. I would bring trees from the tropics and would grow them there in special greenhouses that I would have there.
The soil would grow flowers and flowering plants- in the summer there would be a bed of all sorts of flowers that would form a carpet and I would have my own valley of Flowers.
When I open the windows of my house, the delicate perfume from those flowers will come flowing in. I hope not to weed, chop and cut but to let the trees and plants grow in their natural forms.
As my companions I would have a lot of animals, particularly dogs, cats, cows, goats, and any other friendly animals. They would also grow in complete freedom there.
All of us, would wander around my Garden of Eden in gay abandon and not think of the world we had left behind us, for we would be in paradise itself. Such is how my dreamland would be.
( Inspired by The Far Pavilions by M. M. Kaye- one of my all time favourite novels)
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tourist Trap.”
I once went to the Harvard University campus in Boston. It was an unplanned visit. My family was visiting Boston and I was intent on seeing all the sights I could take in during the 5 day visit.
It was October- the fall colours were just coming out. The leaves were of every colour and hue you could imagine.
It was that time of my life, when my husband was sick- mortally sick- not of any gross physical disease but of mental fatigue. He had given up on himself and his life- having given himself just a few days to live. And in the midst of this he brought us, his family on our first visit to the US.
He was least interested in seeing the sights and spent more time at the Convention Center in downtown Boston than with us.
On the last day, I told him about Harvard university and how much it meant and should mean to doctors- it was supposed to be the Mecca of Medicine and one which every doctor would want to visit at least once his life. He was not convinced. Finally I had to tell him about ” Doctors” written by Erich Segal, in which he describes life of a medico at Harvard Medical School. This convinced him and he decided to come with me to worship at my temple.
We walked from downtown Boston, across the Charles river, on the Longfellow bridge and reached the MIT campus- I remember taking a few photographs there. We lingered there for a bit. It had been a long walk but it was not over yet.
A few steps further we reached the Harvard Medical School campus and the Harvard square. We saw the accommodations of the medical students and many medical students walking through the streets. Finally we reached the main gate of the Medical School.
It was late afternoon by then- the children had been left to their own devices in our hotel room. We needed to hurry back. But I was determined to see it all.
We went inside and saw various buildings and monuments inside as much as we could in the failing twilight. We also saw the Chapel used by the founding fathers of this great university. Of course, we didn’t have the time to see everything.
I was immensely grateful for the opportunity to have seen one of the greatest universities in the world with my own eyes and I would like to return there some day, not as a tourist but as a student.
No, don’t laugh at me- I may be middle aged and getting on in years but I have a dream and that dream is yet to come to pass.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clone Wars”
One of my very nefarious traits is wanting to know what happens at my neighbor’s -either at work or at home. So if I could clone myself, I would be an invisible clone of myself, performing functions like a drone does. Following people, looking over people’s shoulders, listening to conversations I wouldn’t otherwise dream of etc..,.
This will keep me up-to- date with the events that take place around me and help me further my career as a journalist or maybe even a paparazzi. My clone, who would function as my drone would be the person whom people would contact if they wanted any information about in my vicinity.
Who knows, I might even be able to open a detective agency.
I think I am looking for a career change here.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wall to Wall.”
My walls at home are bare- in my room that is. I am not a picture person and moreover, I do not know how to nail pictures into walls. My walls are made of concrete and require hard drilling in order to make a hole.Moreover I live in a home provided by the government which I would not like to desecrate with nail holes.
Given the chance I would like to decorate my walls with inspirational teachings, good lessons for life from great people or from ordinary people, daily planners, lists and the like.
I am not fond of pictures or photos as they bring back memories and I do not like to hang on to memories. Memories remind me of the life I have left behind and what I cannot have once more.
Time moves on.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cupid’s Arrow.”
25 years back, you came into my life,
Though at that time, I scarce did know it,
Being only 17 years of age at that time,
And not at the age for love by our culture.
Years later, when you became mine,
You told me that you had seen me and touched me,
During a Mantoux test you had given me
On my forearm as part of a research study
For young medical students.
This incident skipped my mind but it blows me away today.
Later, during my 4th year of college, you came back to my life
And made a full scale proposal to me.
And still I refused you being only 20 years at this time.
I am amazed at your persistence that has made me your wife today.
Two years later, my father approached your father
In a strange twist of fate,
For your hand to take care of mine.
In a totally unimaginable manner.
I became yours that day 22 years ago.
There have been many twists and turns in our lives since
But through your skillful handling of all the crises
You have not let a single one of these
Confront or attack me head on
You lead me by example and guide me through life.
And I accept your guidance because you have lived longer in this world and
Above all, you love me and I love you too !