# 9. Being a Baby

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This is the ninth of ten challenges. We are to see something with a fresh perspective, and I have chosen a word.

Last day, I happened to see a TED Talk by cognitive scientist Lera Boroditsky, who was giving insights about how language shapes the way we think.

The most intriguing thing that I learned from this talk was about an Australian aboriginal community that speaks a language called ‘Kuuk Thaayorre’.

This language is noted for its use of sixteen words for absolute cardinal directions (north-east, south-west etc.) than words with relative senses (left, right etc.). The people have a much better awareness of orientation than the average English speaker, who might be a tad confused with directions.

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# 8. Rhyming Away

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This is the eighth of ten challenges. We are to give a new interpretation to a nursery rhyme. I chose the ‘Wheels of the bus’. This also happens to be my first poem, and I did enjoy putting my words to verses. All and any suggestions are welcome! 

The wheels of the world go round and round,
Anywhere else but homeward bound.
The wheels of the world go round and round,
All the way round.

The wipers of lies go swish, swish, swish,
But truthful mud stays despite their wish.
The wipers of lies go swish, swish, swish,
As they wish.

The horns of warnings go beep, beep, beep
All but the bravehearts weep.
The horns of warnings go beep, beep, beep
The horns by themselves weep.

The doors on the magic go open and shut,
Like the door of a windswept hut.
The doors on the magic go open and shut,
But never do they open for a ‘but’.

Break the wheel and fly out free
For the magic rides on wings.
Let your wings go flap, flap, flap,
All the way to Mother’s lap.

# 7. The Newspaper Challenge

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This is the seventh of ten challenges.

There’s an abundance of news and news channels around us, and sometimes we have a hard time knowing what to believe. For this challenge, I was determined to find one uplifting news piece, because somehow or the other we end up reading less of that.

Finding this website was simple, all I did was type in good news and there it popped up on Google search (kudos to simplicity): a whole website of good news, served on a platter.

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# 6. Forging connections

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This is the sixth of ten challenges.

In,
search of skin,
color no matter,
brighter or darker,
tell no one,
I will take someone,
Ssssshhhhh!
–  ghost, me!

 

His daughter was a pleasant child of eight. One of her curious habits included picking up some random sets of words and stitching together poems that made little sense

But perhaps that was a sentiment felt by him alone, for his wife applauded their daughter’s efforts to make sense of life in her own way.

His daughter seemed to enjoy herself thoroughly, for the words were often those she had learned lately and she took pride in her abilities to recollect them in songs.

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# 5. Stitching a Story

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And now for my story, the fifth of ten challenges. This turned out longer than I expected; I believe I’ve found in me a love for stitches and knits!

Earth

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They called her the wisest of them all. She wondered whether they still would, if they found out how much the agonized cries of the deer they slaughtered clawed at her heart. Or whether they would bow and fall at her feet when she declared that the trees be left to themselves, for they wept tears of blood when their kin was cut down.

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# 4. Haiku Hunting

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And now for the haiku interpretation, the fourth of ten challenges.

love lasts for a while,
when the while is forever,
forever looks a while.

Sometimes, I wonder if time is simply about perspective. That time flies when you’re living the moment, and slows down exhaustingly when you want it to speed up, is a curious occurrence that I’m sure everyone is familiar with.

Love can convert the mundane to magic. It makes hope blossom in the dreariest of situations. And in a sweet way, it makes moments skip by and leaves you wishing for an eternity of it.

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# 3. Random Ramblings

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And now for my story, the third of ten challenges.

Perfectionists shall inherit the earth, because winter is coming.

The mangoes looked so delicious this summer that I was jealous of the birds who got to them first.

The birth of dragons was followed by a long yawn, and he knew his show marathon would have to happen on another night.

There’s lots of fish in the sea, besides molluscs and crustaceans and other creatures that you know nothing about.

Friends can be family and family can be friends; you can be you.

Many years later, the light faded and the shadows vanished, and the true stars shone in the ink-black sky.

The garden was alive and breathing – even the flowers talked to each other.

May I be allowed to present a preposterous case of purging of my refrigerator contents?

There’s ice and fire, wind and water – then there’s George RR Martin and J K Rowling.

Would that I could make sense of my sentences, I might have crowned myself in glorious victory.

# 2. Frozen Frames

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This is the second of ten challenges.

You know those times when you take some time off and your eyes latch on something that has been near you all the time, and you wonder – Why didn’t I notice this before ?

Now that I take out my camera a lot more often, this happens to me a lot and I’ve begun to see just how much I’ve been missing out on. Little treasures were stowed away right before my eyes – in my own yard – and yet I failed to see it because somehow I was always on a rush.

I’m glad for all the new things I’ve discovered, and hope to see more. Photography was something I restricted myself to doing when I was off on some trip or the other, but then there’s something new happening every day, every minute of your life.

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# 1. Shoulder of Support

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This is the first of the ten challenges.

Human beings thrive on social interactions, and one of the many reasons why they do is the need for support – a word often associated with gentleness.

But support is as varied as the people who provide you with it. Some may choose to stay behind you, protecting you from all harm. Others may yell in your faces to make you see sense and coax your strength out of you.

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Call of the Cats

It’s that day of the year on which we lavish our mothers with all the love stored up over 365 odd days.

We buy her cards, clean up for her, give her gifts – basically just shower her with the affection – reversing roles, doing what she has been doing for us since the day we were born.

And me?

I don’t particularly give much importance to ‘days’ as such, except for when it’s a birthday. Well that’s special. But Mother’s day, Father’s day? No.

Every day should be the perfect one to spend more time with our families.

But I will be paying tribute to a certain mother, a four-legged beauty who happened to come by our home a few weeks back.

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