Me – staring blankly at my computer screen, listening to a song that is playing on my Spotify.
A glimpse of the past suddenly runs through my thoughts and it made me smile and then a tiny giggle. It is so funny how music brings back memories, it made you stop in a moment and savor the feelings of being in the past again, even for a second.
I closed my eyes.
Years has passed and you realized, no matter how painful the past and how strong the feeling was, the music never brings it back, only the memories…
The feelings just faded.
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I just lost my job recently, a job I thought would last a lifetime, something I cared for and loved with all my heart. It breaks me into small pieces.
My son, saw me crying silently at my desk.
“Mama, what’s wrong?”
I’m sad. I said.
“No, you cannot be sad”
“I love you Mama” and he showered me with kisses.
How lovely and sweet.
He is right, I can’t be sad. I have him.
So.. To light up my moment and get this heaviness out of my chest.
I said, “I want to go to the moon, would you like to come?”
“Mama, we cannot go to the Moon!”
Why not? I could ride a bike to fly to the moon!
Irritated now and almost a shout “Nooo…. You can’t ride a bike to the moon, it can’t fly and the moon is too far. You need a spaceship, we don’t have that. And… and… You need a space suit and you don’t have one. And you can’t leave me here and Tatay (Dad), we need to stick together.”
My son is five years old.
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Today’s one-word prompt is PUNGENT, and it made me remember. Not the pungent odor, but a very aromatic moment.
3 years ago when I first set foot inside our house, I remember the pungent odor of burning onions and garlic and then the aroma of a very spicy food. I remember the smell so vividly that it water’s my mouth while writing this. It came from the apartment next to our door, where an Indian couple with two grown up kids is living. And up until now, every once in a while I smell this very familiar aroma, a mixture of curry powder and coconut milk – I know, she’s cooking it again. And I’d be here tapping on my keyboard, wondering if the taste of the food is as good as how it smells.
My Indian neighbor does not only have a delicious cuisine, they also have this colorful clothing. Every Sunday, I see them wearing their beautiful Sari. I love watching them as they walked graciously, bursting with colors and beautiful accessories.
They fascinated me.
via Daily Prompt: Pungent