“It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality, is more important than the feeling for pictures.”
Vincent Van Gogh
Champa is feeling ecstatic today. She belongs to a poor family in a village of North India. Today, God has gifted her a beautiful sister. She is feeling like today is a festival.
“Tell me! Have you stolen the money?” Father scolded her.
Little Pinky stood there, looking towards the floor. She had tears in her big, cute eyes. She was just 5 years old, 3 ft 2 inch tall, wearing a light pink frock. Her milky white cheeks had turned pink.
So, Today’s Prompt at PostaDay of The Daily Post is What’s the one piece of advice you wish someone had given you a year (or five, or ten…) ago?
This made me thinking. What could be it?
“I want to marry you..” She said.
“Sorry dear, but I am already married. I can’t go for another marriage. You can talk to my younger brother though.” He replied smiling.
And Last.. but obviously not the Least.. I want to thank my nation..my country, India, for providing me such fertile grounds on which i could grow, could flourish and reach to this awesome day. I know, that we usually take it for granted, but now, I have realized that this seemingly obvious fact, is ‘not-so-obvious’ actually. For me, you are a person, like we Indians always use to say – ‘Mother India’. Thank you again.
This post is based on the prompt – “In your imaginary award acceptance speech (yes, we know you have one), who’s the very last — and most important — person you thank?” of The Daily Post.
Thank you for reading. Comments are most welcome.
Leading a new start-
I had never anticipated that this experiment will have such an unexpected result! Is this the outcome he was aiming for? I wish i could go back 20 years to that day and ask him this question….
I spoke hesitating .. “Hello”. “Am I speaking to Manish Bhaiyya”?
( ‘Bhaiyya’ is a Hindi word for ‘Elder Brother’. Used as a suffix for respect.)
“Yes I am Manish. Who is it?” Prompt reply came from the other side.
I got out of my white ambassador car in front of that abandoned house. I was the Chief engineer sent there to supervise the demolition process. There was a plan to build a hotel on that land.
The supervisor saw me and came running… “Sir, Sir…”
“What happened Gopal?” I asked.