Backstage

She had thought about and imagined this moment for years, but she’d never expected to be actually invited backstage when her favorite band was playing.

Millie was a fan of The eagles since she was old enough to appreciate good music. She was never able to attend any of their concerts but owned most of their albums and knew all their songs by heart. So it was a matter of great excitement for her that they had announced their latest concert and luckily it was near to her town.

She could finally see them live! She bought the tickets and on impulse wrote to the manager telling him of her lifelong dream of meeting the artists in person. To her immense delight and surprise, she was called backstage after the concert and got to meet her much-adored idols.

Dreams do come true after all!

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a drummer from behind, spotlights shining on him and his band mates performing on stage.

Written for FFFC # 152, hosted by Fandango

Also included FSS # 29, hosted by Fandango

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Finding shelter

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Sprawled on the footpath, with all his belongings scattered artfully, as if marking his territory, the old man stared at the passerby defiantly like he was challenging them.

There was that peculiar scent around him that we find around people who had infrequent access to hygiene facilities and people were giving him a wide berth!

A young woman approached him with a package in her hand and offered it to him without saying anything.

He took it keenly and opened it too find a sandwich, fresh made and aromatically appetizing.

Grateful eyes turned towards his benefactor, but no words of thanks were uttered.

She understood the unsaid message for she was once like him before she found her shelter.

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Written in response to Six Sentences Story; PROMPT WORD: SHELTER, given by Girlie on edge’s blog!

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January 20th, 2022 – Looking

What are you looking for?
Aimlessly wandering around
Trying to remember what it was
That made you get up and venture out
It was just a few minutes ago that
You had a purpose, a quest
But now you find your mind blank
Totally at a loss to that mission
That made you come all the way to the kitchen?

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This happens to me so many times and I think I’m not alone in having these moments of feeling lost! I guess I’ve written about it before as well. A sort of recurring theme!

Written for Linda’s JusJoJan

Today’s word, Looking comes from Di of Pensitivity

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The most difficult decision I had to make!

This week Fandango asks a very profound question;

What has been the most difficult, hardest, or most painful decision you’ve ever had to make in your life?

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I have often written about the hardships I’ve faced in my life; losing my mom at an early age, a step mom that I didn’t get along with, physical illnesses and then some family circumstances that were quite trying and testing.

But these things happened to me where I had no say in the matter. I didn’t had to make a decision in any of them.

I think the hardest decision I had to make was moving to Seattle with my elder daughter and grandson. My two younger children were still unmarried and I had to choose my elder daughter over them. It was hard in the sense that it created feelings of resentment in my other children which still lingers. My husband has always been very understanding and supportive of my decision but there is always sibling rivalry and that has affected my relationship with my younger children. And though they are now parents themself, there is a feeling I often get that they feel I have showed favoritism.

And the most painful decision I had to take, that caused literally lots of physical pain was going for knee replacements. I absolutely had no idea when I elected to have my right knee replaced at the age of 50. It was truly painful in the extreme for three days. On the fourth day, the pain level, magically reduced to manageable level. And despite this experience, three and a half years later I got my left knee replaced. The second time around, it wasn’t that bad because;

a) I knew what was coming

b) I asked for self injecting morphine drip which helped me manage my pain.

Other than these, I cannot recall that I had to decide something that carried hardships or pain for me. But then I have notoriously bad memory. Maybe I have blanked it out because it was that painful?

Written for FPQ # 153, hosted by Fandango

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Positive affirmations

On a daily basis
There is waxing and waning
Of our faith and trust in ourselves

On a daily basis
We need to remind ourselves
That we are good enough, strong enough

On a daily basis
We make mistakes, take wrong turns
And then we give ourself a pep talk

On a daily basis
It is okay to make a fresh start
And ask ourself; Where we can begin again?

“When you change your thoughts, remember to also change your world.”—Norman Vincent Peale

Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Affirmations January 18, 2022

Also included Go Dog Go prompt, TWP; Where we can begin again

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January 19th, 2022- Helpline?

I’m sure we all have had this experience when calling the (un-)help-line. If they were truthful, the conversation would go something like this;

Ok, let me put you on hold for 15 minutes, then when I come back, I’ll transfer you to somebody that can’t help either

Written for Linda’s JusJoJan and One Liner Wednesday

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Catching the sun

It was a misty morning 
The sun was this shimmering ball of orange
From the window of the moving car I tried to capture it
Its image would tantalize me elusively
First it’s on the left side then jumps to the right
Now it’s shining through the front windscreen
Many attempts later I stop the car and stepping out
Get the perfect shot!

This weekend, Sue W GC offer us the prompt word Window, for weekly prompts

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My honest share

This week Melanie has some very interesting questions for us in SYW

Questions

Fill in: ‘If I were really completely honest, I would say that …’ This is a question for ‘radical honesty’. What are the things you wouldn’t normally say? Things you would otherwise actually hide? What’s on your mind? What would you really like to be able to say?

“Your words are hurting me, deeply” But I never say that. I love my family too much to say this to them but sometimes in my desire to be the perfect mother/grandmother I try to do everything for them and end up over stepping my boundaries. They get annoyed and say things which are hurtful. I never could say that it was hurting me. All I do is apologize to them repeatedly. And I think it’s not likely to happen in the future either.

Have you ever broken anything? What about rules?

In college I broke my meniscus (cartilage in the knee joint) It later required a surgery to remove it. When I was expecting my third child, I slipped in a bazaar and broke the other meniscus in the same knee! It resulted in another surgery on the same knee sometime later. Then three years ago, I fell and broke two bones in my right foot.

As for other things, I’m an expert in breaking things and they are way too many to tell. But I’m not a rule breaker. In fact you’ll find me lecturing those who break rules!

Are you also afraid of spiders? What is your biggest fear, other than spiders? (if you’re not afraid of spiders, use your biggest phobia instead).

Nopes, spiders don’t frighten me. The same is true for many crawlies. I abhor flying cockroaches and am genuinely afraid of snakes. I also am afraid of activity that involve heights, like zip-lining, chairlifts and mountain climbing!

Do you think time goes faster as you get older?

The theory of relativity says that time passes faster when we are having fun and slower when we are in trouble. By this logic, in old age Time should move slower!

GRATITUDE SECTION (as always, optional)

Please share something that really inspired you from this last week or month.

My fellow bloggers inspire me daily by their posts, stories and poems. The responses to WDYS are remarkable in their diversity and I love to read how the same image inspires a different response.

In other news, my grandson drew this image of “Shadow the hedgehog” for you all.

The scribbles are added by my 2.5 year old granddaughter!

Some flowers to brighten your day;

Thanks. Melanie for providing us with such interesting questions every week.

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