1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="9OdVICAwKa"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/c-curtains/">C: Curtains</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/c-curtains/embed/#?secret=9OdVICAwKa" width="600" height="338" title="“C: Curtains” — PoohsDen" data-secret="9OdVICAwKa" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> “Forward, Backward, Swish, Swish, Left and Right”  I lie there watching the orange curtains move with the wind. I lie there all alone watching the motion. They are my personal butterflies. Orange butterflies. Orange like the drinks kids these days seem to drink. They sure had a name for it. A name I cannot recall. I cannot remember what day or year it is. I don’t remember how old I am. I overheard my daughter, Madhu or was it Geeta telling Neeta, my nurse that I was around 95. Is that a big number? I don’t recall. I don’t remember much these days. But I remember rather vividly the pain of childbirth – not once but 9 times over. I remember the pain of losing a child – not once but 3 times over. I remember the sorrow of selling my wedding finery – a piece at a time, a much adored piece of gold to buy food to feed the family. The family cursed with bad luck. I am not sure if the luck changed. I hope it did. I don’t know who pays the nurse who sits with me most days. I don’t know where the food Neeta […]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pDfCNLSg7JY/UuZ5vpz_n_I/AAAAAAAAL6g/eURImaCcYhI/s1600/C.jpg