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Saturday, January 24, 2015

Gone, but not forgotten

Dear Gammy,

Today I made the sweet yellow rice. Well, yes! I attempted them again.
And the Basant of 2012 flashed before my eyes.
It seemed like yesterday.
When mum was not home, and I tried my hand at what was supposed to be sweet yellow rice but ended up a disaster.
You were the only one who dared to taste that catastrophe. Even I gave up.
And just because you showed confidence in that mushy mess, I take leaps today.
I so wish you were here.
But your boat is already ashore.
You maybe gone, Gammy, but never forgotten.


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6 comments:

  1. Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsJanuary 24, 2015 at 12:47 PM

    Dear Ruby,

    A sweet story and a nice take on the prompt.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. Sandra CrookJanuary 25, 2015 at 4:24 AM

    A delightful little tale. I like the idea of 'the boat already ashore' when a lot of people have construed that final journey as 'putting out to sea'. Very nice.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJanuary 25, 2015 at 10:30 AM

      Thank you so much Sandra. I guess theology subconsciously inspired that particular idea.
      Namaste

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 26, 2015 at 11:47 AM

    This is a precious letter, Ruby. Nice way to handle the prompt.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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