So the difficulty I usually the first time play a game on, looks like the same applies to life here. I so wish I could have chosen the easy option, but the more I think about it, it reveals current is less medium and more hard. What do you think?
“Think global, act local.” Write a post connecting a global issue to a personal one.
I had many thoughts on this, and had many things to write about ranging from thinking to doing. But I think this one is a big one summed up in a best way, personally, locally, globally… in every level.
It’s 8:25 PM late in the evening right now. I pause to think how it’s funny as 9:00 PM is technically beings night while it’s already dark as hell now. Well it is technically winter still, and at this time its hardly (beings to in a manner of speaking) dark in summer.
Looking at/through the nearest window to me right now viz in the living room, where (almost) everything of mine is at, the two potted plants come to attention first and the most. One (left in the picture below) is the plant Tulsi which you can find in almost any Indian home on account of being holy. Well I don’t know nor care about that, but it is quite a resourceful one. And the other one is the curry leaf tree (called Kaddi Patta in Hindi) another very (most?) common one in India which is the basis for the everyday (more or less) consumed green chutney, which is one of the many Indian ‘dips’ for various Indian dishes and also used in variety of other food stuff, especially sandwiches here.
All my house windows were full of pots of various plants, various flowers blowing, almost a window-garden was every room of my house once since many years. Well as time rolled by it became difficult to manage (especially after my grandmother’s ill health) which resulted in some dying and most of them were moved and planted down in the building. These 2 were gifted by a friend, well so we kept it in the house, so the plant count is not zero anymore. And speaking of plants, on another note, literally all windows of every room of my house have been the birthplace of countless pigeons and sparrows. Even right now there are a bunch of sparrow babies and their mother in one of the rest room’s windows. I have captured few of them in my other blog. I always wanted to see a crow family too, but so far for over a decade I was only witness to pigeons and sparrows being born. And lot of passing by squirrels.
That is the most significant thing there is. Apart from that the opposite building can be seen, which marks the end point of my colony area. The slum area is visible which is adjacent to my colony.
At a distance (not pictured above) different lights can be viewed of other buildings, and the church near my area and my school. And the plain boring (for now) sky. That’s about it. The area I live in is surely to some extent a sort of a paradox which I described earlier for a weekly photo challenge which you can view.
A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.
Ah yesterday’s Plinky prompt is today’s daily prompt, more or less. Actually the same. I already said what I had to say in this post, have not much attachment to any place in particular. There are many places I was fond of, but none have held a lasted impression to me. I’m one of those who doesn’t miss his childhood.
As for a playground, for me the whole world (or rather wherever I have been) has been one. Thinking of which, I remember technically the first one I have been, the small one outside (my) kindergarten classrooms of my school. It was a small one with sand and the usual stuff like swings, slides and the circle thing which rotated on which kids stand and make it rotate. Remember it being my most favourite, yet (even now) didn’t bother to know what it’s called.
If such a place is no more (and me having some affection towards it), I would just say:
Change is the changeless law of life.