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| Today, Grade 3 presented their stories. I had ninety-six kids, in groups of three, narrating their tales. Each story was unique and each concept was clear. One group even included a poem I'd given them earlier to recite. In their story, one of the characters was the Marrog of the poem! I'm so happy. |
| 299 WORDS Two teenagers play with a five year old? Aunt Greta wasn't kidding. "It'll be nice for her to be in your game," she cooed, handing her daughter over to John and David. "She has no brothers of her own, so it's lucky she has you two as cousins!" That was it. The boys were stuck with her while the adults played Bridge. Glumly, they took her outdoors with them. They knew only one rule about looking after a kid. 'Don't Let her Cry or The Adults Will Ask What You're Doing To Her.' They had to keep her out of the way nicely - so she didn't cry. It was David who hit on the idea. "You be the Princess," he told the little girl. "And we'll be the wicked pirates who kidnap you." The kid was excited. She got to be the Princess! "We've kidnapped you and we're going to tie you to the mast of the pirate ship." So saying, the boys tied her to the lamp post and left her there while they played their own games. When she showed signs of protesting, they called out, "We'll untie you when the King pays the ransom, Princess." So, the Princess waited. She didn't cry. She was going to be untied soon. The adults must've finished their game, because the children heard, "Come in for a snack!" Forgetting all about the Princess, the boys ran in. They were washing their hands when they heard Aunt Greta ask, "Is little Sue in there with you?" "What were you thinking?" David hissed. "You forgot to untie her!" "So did you!" John retorted. Could they sneak back out and rescue her? They were attempting it when they heard her voice, "Yes, Mummy, and Uncle Fred paid the ransom and carried me here!" |
| For my Drama Newsletter English Translation - 'Mein Jaagun, Mhaara Satguru Jaage' in which I attempt to give a general sense of what is being sung. There are many types of awakening. I am awake, my consciousness is awakened But the whole world is asleep There is a loneliness in this awakening Could not find anyone to share this awakening Everyone is burning in the fire of their selfishness In the forest, the little deer can't sleep. anxious, frenzied Losing sleep - losing sleep. The king of the jungle is sleepless, too in a state of worry The source of his being is in politics. The mother of the child is awake her peace is lost worrying about her child. She loves the child - is attached to another being. Then there is the Seeker who finds his source within himself He is awake. Is this sleeplessness, or awakening? |
| Words: 236 For "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" “Let’s try it again.” Ron looked sulky. It was so unfair, Hermione getting the spell right the first time, and he, Ron, making a fool of himself trying it over and over again. Even though Hermione's tone was patient, he could sense the triumph in her voice as she urged him on. She was secretly glad he was disgracing himself. The spell was a 'monumental' one. Literally. There were models of world-famous monuments displayed all around the classroom, and students had to show their knowledge of world history and spell casting at the same time. Hermione had successfully set the Statue of Liberty free and caused Big Ben to strike twelve times. Ron had to make the Tower of Pisa lean. So far, all he had done was to knock it over by brandishing his wand too close. “Let’s try it again.” "Pisa Tilt!" Ron shouted, pointing his wand at the model of the monument. "You didn't pronounce it quite ..." Hermione began, when she was hit on the head by something. The room was full of flying Pizzas, all leaning over. Pizzas with pineapple, pizzas without. Thin crust and thick crust, extra cheese and no cheese. A cheer rose as the hungry first-years reached for the food. "Thanks Ron! You're the best spell-caster around! Now - bring on the Black Forest and see if we can get some cake. Ron ..." The class chorused - “Let’s try it again.” |
| I'm writing this blog to see what has come in place of those penguins ... It's difficult to let those penguins go, but heck, they'll be back, right? Au revoir, penguins. See you again soon. |
| I've never been married and never had a kid of my own. That wasn't the plan, it just happened that way. Over the years I've decided I wouldn't have made a very good Mom anyway, and the planet doesn't need more human beings anyway, so it's a good thing I didn't reproduce. I know, I know, rationalisation, but heck that's what helped me cope. I'm happy now the way I am. When Covid happened I thought it's a sure sign that the planet was saying it's too full of humans. I thought nobody'd have a kid now. But guess what, people did have kids. I wondered how they could be so brave (or was it stupid?). And then my friend and his wife had a kid. And this is a guy from my Harry Potter group with whom we discussed the post-wizarding-war-baby-boom and the post-Covid baby boom. I wasn't quite expecting it when he told me his wife was expecting a baby!!  The kid is just over a year old and learning to walk. I get videos at significant milestones. And it warms my heart. I know now why people are still having babies. They're brave, but not stupid. |
| Words: 299 Nirmala peered into the mirror hanging on her bedroom wall. She went so close, her nose touched the glass. The surface fogged where she exhaled. “Stop lying to me.” There. She had said it. It had taken every ounce of energy she possessed, but the words were out. “Stop lying to me.” She stood up straight and squared her shoulders. No more lies. But then came the next step, which was even more frightening. Facing the truth. She glanced at the mirror. Was she ready for this? No, she wasn't. Surely it could wait ... ? Surely to stop lying was enough for the first step? "Nirmala! Do it, now." She returned to the mirror. This time, she didn't bend. She looked at her reflection squarely in the eye. "Tell me the truth," she ordered herself. She was surprised at how strongly her voice came out. It sounded like an almost-shout. "Tell me the truth." She blinked, once, twice. Then she spoke again, and her voice was steady. "You are beautiful only on the outside, Nirmala. Yes, you won Miss City, but what's the point of that, when you weren't grateful to the people who helped you do it?" She gulped, but forced herself to go on. "You are ugly on the inside, Nirmala. You use people, you backbite. Your so-called beauty is only skin deep." Then she threw back her head and laughed. A high pitched laugh that ricocheted off the walls. When she looked back at her reflection, the fogging was not on the glass, it was in her eyes. The tears fell freely. As she wiped them away, she said, "But you can change your truth, Nirmala, and you're going to start today. You'll be beautiful both inside and outside and then there'll be no need for lies." |
| Words: 295 "Why do you laugh, damsel? I seek to steal a smile from your lips, but you vanish in the blink of an eye!" Matilda sat on the sofa, tears of laughter pouring down her cheeks. "That was the funniest thing," she said. "I wasn't trying to be funny, big sister" Tim retorted. "I'm trying to get your help." Matilda suddenly became serious. "You're not joking?" "Finally ..." "Okay," she said. "Cut the Shakespeare. You want to ask herl to the movies, just say 'hello whatever her name is do you like musicals? Will you come for The Sound of Music on Friday night?" "What if she says no?" "Try Westerns and The Good the Bad and the Ugly." "I mean, what if she doesn't want to go out with me?" "You really like this one. So I have a future sister-in-law." "Heck, I'm not going to marry her, I just want to go for a movie." "You don't like her enough to marry her?" "Sis, I'm in school. Now help me." "I've already helped you. I told you, you want her to come for a movie, ask her to come for a movie. Who is at the door? Go get it!" Matilda heard the door open, and then slam shut. She heard running footsteps and Tim was back in the living room, panting. "She's at the door. She wants to me to go with her to the Jazz concert." "And ..." "And I got so flustered, I slammed the door on her." Matilda strode to the front door and opened it. A redheaded girl stood on the step, blinking. "So you are the damsel I've heard so much about. Fair maiden, fear not, your wooing hasn't gone amiss. Your knight shall escort you to your heart's desire." |
| Words: 251 For "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" Once upon a time, there was a seed. The seed felt some fingers hold it, and then push it deep into the ground. It was buried! The seed began to cry. A crow, who had alighted just there to rest his wings heard the little sound. "Is there someone crying?" the crow asked. "Me," replied the seed in a muffled voice. "I'm buried and I'm not even dead!" The crow cawed with laughter. "My dear little seed! Seeds aren't buried for death, they're buried for life! You've been buried so that you'll grow and have strong green leaves and pretty yellow flowers with delightful perfume to attract the butterflies!" "Oh, that sounds like a dream! It can't be true!" "Believe me! Wait just a few days, little seed, and you'll know!" Sure enough, the seed soon felt something stirring deep within it. Then, it felt something poking out - first on one side, then the other. Something green poked through the soil and turned to the sun. The little seed now had strong roots to hold it and a stem and leaves to feel the touch of the breeze. The crow was visiting again. "What did I tell you?" he asked. "You're so pretty and so fragrant - look at the butterflies hovering around!" Why do we bury anything? Our feelings, our thoughts, our hopes and our ideals? Is it to acknowledge their death, or is it to nurture them to life? It's a choice all of us make each day. Choose well! |
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