This is a typical village in the state of Odisha, India.
When I was a kid, I used to spend summer vacations at my village. I love this place. Me and my sister carried small vessels on our waist and brought water from this very tube-well. In earlier days, there were no water filters. Ground water was used for bathing and drinking.
There was no gas cylinder or cooking stoves. Food was cooked using wood and on these make-shift clay stoves called chulhaa. And trust me on this, the food used to have an unique and amazing taste with a little smoky flavor.
This is where my father grew. This is where my mother came to her in-laws house after her marriage. This is the place which I used to visit for at least 2 months in a year. But as I grew up I couldn’t visit for even once a year. I yearn to go back to this place. This is one of the places I love. This is where my heart is.
“Dear passengers, Indigo Flight Number XXX from Ahmedabad to Chennai has been delayed by 1 hour. Sorry for the inconvenience caused”. This was the announcement which made her move restlessly in her seat. She was already tired after the big what-are-you-doing-with-your-life lecture from her parents all the way from home till airport. Frustrated, she took out the newspaper from her bag and started pondering over the half-solved Sudoku.
“Can I help you with that?”, came a voice from the next seat. She looked to her side and there he was! A handsome man. She smiled on the inside and said,”Sure”. She looked back to her puzzle and wondered,”Really! A good looking man beside me!? When did God become so grateful towards me”. They finished the puzzle together and then they got to talking.
He was a Merchant Navy officer posted in Chennai. Both of them were going to the same place but on different flights. During all these talks, she realized she had a crush on this guy. She kept smiling all the time. She hadn’t felt this way since a long time.
One hour had passed and there was an announcement for boarding. She had to go. He pleaded her to take a flight with him. She stood up to leave. He held her hands and said,”Just stay.” She said,”I can’t. I have to go.”
“At least give me your number”.
She looked at him for a while and gave her old number which she knew she won’t be using. He still didn’t let go of her hand. It was the final boarding announcement for her. An attendant came and requested him to let go of her.
She boarded the plane. She took her seat and her phone rang. “Hey babe, did you board?” “Yea I did”, said she “See you soon. Love you.” She disconnected the call and looked at herself on the phone and cringed. “It happens once in a blue moon that a handsome guy sits near me and that’s the only time I have to look so messy”, she sighed “Eh, whatever!”
She put on her seat belt and looked outside. The plane took off and she looked at the clouds and smiled and felt good. It wasn’t necessary to act on her emotions. It was the feeling of being desired that counted.
So, I was just having breakfast one morning when I looked at my gorgeous looking, shiny, buttery and perfectly crispy cheese sandwich and I thought why not capture the intricate details of the beauty for this week’s challenge..
As soon as I saw this prompt, the first thought I had is of Hillary Swank singing this song in the movie “P. S. I love you” and the video.
Here’s a paragraph from the song:
I just want to tell you nothing You don’t want to hear All I want is for you to say Oh why don’t you just take me Where I’ve never been before I know you want to hear me Catch my ‘breath’ I love you ’till the end I love you ’till the end
I will list a few superstitions that are prevalent in India (my family included)
Cutting nails and hair on Saturdays bring bad luck. Hence, mom used to cut my nails on Fridays because Saturday was a nail-check day in school.
If a black cat crosses your path, then your tasks get delayed. Hence, whenever a poor cat who was just going somewhere, unaware of how unlucky it is considered by humans, crosses our path, we are supposed to take seven steps back and then again start moving.
The curse of 8. If you’re ruled by the number 8, then you will face a lot of hardships in life. Aaaaand my birthday is on 8th August. Imagine my condition on my birthday in the year 2008. The date was 08-08-08. To add to my woes, the Hindi news channels were going nuts over how destructive this day can be along with their visual and sound effects. My mother didn’t let me out of the house that day *frustrated*
There are many other superstitions that people believe blindly. All these things never bothered me much until one stupid superstition affected me personally. My grandpa was on his deathbed. Though he couldn’t recognize anybody, I just wanted to see him once. I was in a different city. My whole family was with him. When I told them I was coming everybody gave all sorts of ‘valid’ reasons to prevent me from coming there. Eventually I agreed and din’t go. And he passed away. After his rites and rituals were over, I came to know that they didn’t let me come because I was recently engaged and I shouldn’t be coming to an ‘impure’ event. I was taken aback, I yelled at my family. But the fact was everything was over. I wished I hadn’t been engaged or even better, I wished my family had used some brains. Because of one useless, brainless belief, I couldn’t meet my grandpa for the last time.
Superstition is no more a belief, it has become a habit. It has crept up peoples’ minds and has found itself a permanent place there. You can try all you want to convince people but where there is fear, there will be superstition. Until you stop fearing you can’t get rid of this habit.