The bifocals

Prompt  ….

Thank you Enisa  for this week’s prompt.

Keerti looked at the exhibits a number of times. There were many heads but each time he passed this one a thought niggled deep in his mind. Unfortunately it was too vague for him to comprehend it.

One of the officers on duty watched him hover. He took out a pair of spectacles and placed it on the sculpture. Lightning flashed ……… and Keerti was reminded of his grandfather suffering from Alzheimer who had walked out one day 4 years ago and had never been found.

Dada-ji* used gold rimmed bifocals – Keerti thought.

Just a curiosity about the name had brought him to this exhibition of forensic facial sculptures

Words ~ 110
*Dada-ji ~ a term used to address grandfather.

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The defiant cap

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PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

An Indian lawyer was incarcerated at the Old-Fort jail on Constitution-Hill in Johannesburg on a two-month sentence for refusing to register and have his fingerprints taken while resolutely staying at Transvaal in the first decade of last century.

He was forced to wear the prisoner’s uniform that included a cap which the lawyer made his USP in India.  A white-cap pointed at front and back with a wide band gave it a near military-look. The cap wearer in those times was identified as a person opposing the British-rule in India. The cap is today known as Gandhi-cap.

Words <100
The cap in its many avtars continues to rule Indian politics and elections till date.

Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.

 

Epicure

Prompt  ….

Thank you Yinglan Z for this week’s prompt.

The skeletal T-rex looked at its painting and became nostalgic. It started shedding tears but restrained itself ……  the globe shall drown if all of us started weeping over days gone by.

Hell there is nothing to eat except T-rex meat – it is really so tough and it does stink. Hope the T-rex astronomists shall be able to steer a small planet full of animals to Earth. It nearly smiled at the thought of tasty meat.

It thought of all the delicious meat that had been eaten – only if we had practiced a little moderation especially with the tastiest creatures – the dragons.

Words <175

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The game

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The agent-provocateur met the revolutionary at the lamp-post and said …..

This is a game friend – a power game. All the players are rich, cunning, smart and deadly.

This is only about money, status and power. I just poked the bee’s nest, retorted the revolutionary.

You did not just poke – you threw a stone and nearly dislodged it and now they are chasing you.

So what do I do?

Put a match to the hive and cross the border. The honey is waiting for you.

Shall it end the game?

No! Just reduce the competitors to a manageable count.

Words ~ 99
 Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.

 

Origin of a recipe

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A King was getting a palace built and visited the site regularly. On one such visit he was greeted with an alluring aroma of curry. He inquired and was informed that food was being prepared for the work force.

He ordered his cooks to find out what was being cooked. Later, the cooks told him it was just curry for the laborers and not fit for the royal table as it comprised raw waste from the royal kitchen and butchery.

The king ordered them to use wholesome material and prepare the same dish for him. They examined the ingredients – besides the inedible (unsuitable for the king’s table) meat and some simple spices, the curry included discarded dried-pulp (today we know it as mace) covering of the nutmeg seeds. The mace tastes and smells like a cross between nutmeg and coriander, tinged with citrus and cinnamon and has some olfactory-tickling similarities of nutmeg, mint, and basil because of the essential oils it contain.

The cooks finally presented the javitri-wala-maas* to the king.

Words < 175
*Meat laced with mace.

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Samil

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Samil (a weasel) lived in the roots of the tree. One winter the tree literally froze with needles of ice hanging from each of its nodes.

Samil cozy in its hole with his thick fur and plenty of food – felt sorry for the tree. The tree sensing its thought retorted …… I am compassion personified – please do not pity me.

Yet, the supreme one has done immense injustice with your type. You provide fruit and shelter to all yet bear all hardships without a complaint. Very unfair!

Not at all – dear Samil. We are blessed with eternal life as reward.

Words  ~ 100

Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.

 

Kismet

Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw –
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime – Macavity’s not there!
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And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!
(TS. Eliot, Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats)

I was tempted to write about the villainous cats in my life but my muse put its foot down.

Prompt  ….

Thank you Enisa for this week’s prompt.

An astrologer friend advised Tanya to wear a catseye. It would help her tide over the cascade of bad things that had turned her life upside down, he had said.

She did not really believe and in any case she was just making ends meet.

Her streak of hard luck continued. Her credit limit expired. It was the soup kitchen or the langar at gurudwara* in the foreseeable future.

Then the ginger adopted her.  It’s chatoyancy was better than any gem. Now that she had two genuine cat-eyes  her luck boomed.

Words ~ 91
*free meals served at Sikh temples.

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