Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle – #737. Our host is
Brenda Warren; her prompt words for this week are
shown below. Here’s where the prompts took me.
lingering, felt, sharp, human, point, oddly,
full, sense, instead, joy, sit, and place
Tag: Joy
Christmas Is….
Written for Cinquain Poetry Prompt #31 where
our inspiration word is “hope”. This is my cinquain.
Santa Magic
Written for Esther’s Laughing Along
With A Limerick #262. The prompt
word is ‘sleigh’. This is my limerick.
Reindeer Christmas Party
This story is one of several I have written for our
5-year-old granddaughter, Colette, for Christmas.
I can’t wait to read them with her.
Also in response to Missy’s Mad Challenge#069
and for Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – “red”.
New Beginnings!
Christmas Memories: An Ovi
Written for Ovi Poetry Challenge #79.
This week’s inspiration word is
“remember”. This is my Ovi.
The Gospel According To George
These are my most sincere wishes for you.
🩶 🕊️
This is George Harrison with “My Sweet Lord”
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UNDER THE BAEL TREE
Kabir and Deepak sat under a bael tree taking a break from the heat of the afternoon sun. They shared an aloo toast sandwich while keeping watch over their rickshaws, Deepak smiling and contented, Kabir scowling and dejected.
“What is your problem, Kabir?” asked Deepak. “You never seem happy nor do you have anything cheerful to say. You do not talk about your children and how they are doing in school nor do you discuss how things are with your wife.”
“We are struggling day after day, Deepak. Nothing positive ever happens. There are bills and rent to pay. Now my wife just told me she is expecting another child!”
“Congratulations, my friend! Another child! How can you say nothing positive ever happens? This is a blessing for you and your wife!”
“You think so, Deepak, when we can barely feed the three children we already have? Now my wife will be unable to work and I will be the only wage earner in the family. My pockets are empty and I will have to work even more hours!”
The two men ate in silence for a while, then Deepak spoke. “Kabir, we have known each other all our lives. We are like brothers so I am going to speak plainly to you. How we greet each new day shows clearly on our faces. If you are negative and always feel you deserve more in life, that is the first thing people see. When your wife told you she was expecting a baby, did you embrace her and tell her how happy you were? Did you share this joy with your other children? I can see by the look on your face that you did not. Why, Kabir?”
Kabir hesitated for a moment. “Deepak, it’s true we are like brothers but you have never had to scrimp and save for the things in your life. Your children are happy and do well in school while mine are sullen. Your wife is content and radiates joy while mine is depressed. Do not try to tell me we are the same when we have been dealt a very different lot in life.”
At this Deepak became angry. “Kabir, you are a fool! Do you think I haven’t had to work for what I have? How our children grow and behave is a direct reflection of us and how we behave. How our wives feel is directly based on how we feel. If we are sullen, our home will be bleak and if we are optimistic, our home will be cheerful. Together my wife and I pledge to make the best of every day. Nothing good comes without effort.”
Having said that, Deepak stood to leave. “Kabir, it is never too late. You still have time to turn things around. May your life always be full and blessed and may your rickshaw … and your pockets … never be empty.”
Kabir sat alone under the bael tree thinking what a camel’s ass he had been. The passengers will still be here one hour from now; first he needed to go home and embrace his wife.
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