The Man with Best stories

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Raining night, sitting on the side of the table, slightly bored, I wanted to strike a conversation with the man on the other table of the restaurant. His eyes were bright, reflecting erudition and experience.

For some reason I don’t know, rather than asking about him, I asked him about his dad and his ancestors. I learnt that his dad was a farmer, his father used to plough all the land by himself. He was very strong, had lot of property and was respected by all people of the community.

I understood that back in his days there was no electricity, they used lamps to light up the place and marriage meant that the girl would be chosen for you from your parents. He was quite courageous. He was the first one to go to school in his community. Learnt a trade and left the village to go work in a town.

His adventures were never few. Once while coming back from the farm, watering the crops, he saw smoke. Smoke from a nearby house. He called his brother, together with 2 pots; they drew as much water from the well and doused the fire. He saved a man’s life.

He said his father did not care much about him. He did all by himself. He was a sell-made man. He worked hard in the city, built a house for himself. Then he retired from the job at city and came back to village built a house there too. I learned that building a house is a big achievement in the community as it indicates wealth and progress.

He tried to give his children, everything he never got. Education, opportunities and a better life.

He was quite superstitious, you thrive with the harmony of all the forces beside you. Ambition, desire and a good heart. He achieved many thing in life, with those qualities.

This is one of most amazing conversation I ever had. I realized sometimes the best stories are not that famous, they are not known to many people and that every one of us has one Grammy award winning script. Question is not who do you ask, it is do you ask?

Daily Prompt

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Old Friend

Sunny was its name

Slim and slender worked like wonder.

More than a tool, it was a pet.

A motor cycle by definition, barely skeleton by rendition.

Its delicate handle slightly harder than a candle.

Always did its job without a sob.

Simple invention forget not to mention.

It took me to places were I saw lot of faces.

It took all the dirt without a quirk.

Small in frame set to fame.

Out of stock forever in my memory block.

Daily prompt: Sunny

Say Yes for the President

via Daily Prompt: Slur

President: I don’t like this letter, it does not address the point.

Minister: My Lord, There is no more disgust that one can go through than putting you in this position.I will get the letter re written, please tell me what is missing.

President: How am I supposed to know what it is missing ?

Minister: My Lord, sorry to cause a slur, but it is still not clear to my low mind what is not being addressed in the letter

President: That’s exactly what I am saying how am I supposed to tell.

Flummoxed by the situation the Minister was not sure whether he has to pull his head off or dunk a hammer onto the king.Luckily for him, he wrote another letter with no mention of any relevant details but lot of flattery on the President, this time the letter got accepted.

Weird Experiment

 


Lucy to her Husband James.

who do you Miss more? me or her . Her referring to our daughter off course, she is 5 years old.

James said if I were to cut my heart into half one half will be you and the other will be our daughter.

Lucy talking to herself: I have never heard something as pleasant as this. This is one of the most satisfying and meaningful statement ever to me.Even though I was glowing with love and admiration towards my husband I manged to poke some fun at him, I asked him . How is that fair ?

She only came out 5 years ago and she hasn’t even been with you for long. I know my husband is smart but his reply to my question floored me mathematically and emotionally.

James told, our daughter is our creation so in her 50% is you and 50% is me. So in totality my heart is 75% you.

 


Missing

Why ?

why

Why is the world the way it is. Why am I like this. Why are others like that.
Why am I thinking this. Why , Why and I dont know why ?

Today I attempt to answer question with questions. Black the question and Orange the answer for the question as a question.


 

Why do I think I deserve better ? Why dont You see that You cannot have everything.
Why can’t I think well under pressure ? Why Don’t you focus completely on the moment and learn from it later. Forgive and forget.
Why doesn’t science provide answers for all my questions ? Why ? if it did then life would become boring . Don’t you need something to work
Why do other people look more happy ? Why do you have to compare.

Why am I bored ? Why are you not engaged .There are so many things that you can do.
Why can’t I be better ? Why dont you work on getting better.
Why can’t I be famous ? Why do you want to be famous. Its just fate that some people are what they are.
Why doesn’t my room have more cupboards ? Why dont you arrange things better.

Why am I hungry ? Why don’t you cook and eat, it can be one of the get away for Boring.
Why can’t I Run fast ? Why don’t you train better.
Why can’t I sleep fast ? Why don’t you stop thinking.
Why don’t I get more likes ? Why don’t you focus on doing a good job and stop worry about the results.                                                                                                                                                           Why ? Why not


 

Why dont I stop ? Why dont you stop.