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THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 7th Nov 2024 Prakash Thombre, artist.

Updated: Nov 7

hosts: Kala Ramesh & Firdaus Parvez

A Thursday Feature 7th November

Prakash Thombre Ink sketch


Ink sketch and write-up by Prakash Thombre, Pune.


The Festival of Choices


He stood in the bustling marketplace, quietly lost in thought, hands folded behind his back, holding a simple cloth bag, an old umbrella hanging from his collar. His faded, folded lungi and weary eyes spoke of a life shaped by hard choices. Around him, people bought with ease, seeking festive applause and admiration, piling their carts high without a second thought. But for him, every coin counted, every purchase a choice between the small, unspoken wishes of his family and the reality of his empty pockets. He thought of his wife’s longing for a new saree, and his children’s innocent hopes for sweets or a toy. A pang of guilt mixed with determination filled his heart as he wondered how he could bring them even a small taste of joy this festival season. For him, this wasn’t about appearances or impressing anyone — it was about finding a way, however humble, to honour the love and dreams that kept his family going, no matter how little he had to give.



Challenge:


Enjoy the ink sketch by artist Prakash Thombre and then read what inspired him to draw.


Does this inspire you enough to write a haibun, about the festival days, or about the people you see around you? What could be their dreams, aspirations and hopes?


Give us a haibun, which makes your reader think and go deeper into your words.

Have a whale of a time, while you are at it!



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#2


Rosey

 

I’m entranced when I see her. Envious of those long eyelashes. She is wearing pink roses among her tight curls which sets off her haughty but beautiful face. She has this way of lighting up smiles. People wait, eager for their chance to touch and talk to her.

 

nursing home

the young alpaca’s

bedside manner


Lorraine Haig, Aust

Feedback welcome


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Mohua
Mohua
Nov 18
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Oh wow! Thanks

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#2


Just another day in paradise


I am walking down the bustling market street when a small hand touches me from behind. I turn to see a barefooted child with dry, matted hair. Her face, her brown-black frock, her arms and legs are all covered with a thick layer of road dust. She is selling dolls—with blonde hair and pink cheeks. The dolls wear long, blue dresses with silver stars that sparkle and their plastic blue eyes blink.


She thrusts one in my direction, and I tell her, politely, ‘Sorry, I have only boys’. 


gulmohar flowers

carpet the road…

we drive over


Namratha Varadharajan, India


(Feedback welcome)

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A touching Haibun. The haiku tugs at your heart strings.

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Revision - Thank you Shalini, Anju & Namratha!


Papatūānuku

 

I’m recovering from a flu so I ask my course teacher if I could sit in without participating.  She says sure, we’re on Zoom anyway.  It’s an evening class; I prop up pillows on the sofa to make myself comfortable as the other participants start showing up, all women.

  

Today’s topic is, “What can I as guardian of the land do to strengthen soil?”


One by one, the women speak passionately and with compassion.   I continue to hear their voices as I enter the realms of sleep. In my drowsy state, they are singing the most heavenly hymn. I feel held and nurtured as I meditate on the many…


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Thank you, Namratha. Will revise...

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Mohua
Mohua
Nov 11

#2


Revised (Thank you Anju, Lorraine and Namratha)


 

Yet Another Rejection

 

The doorbell rings and my heart sinks as I spy the salesman from Bangladesh. He is bent with the weight of his bag full of saris, fresh off the loom from the rural interiors. I, on the other hand, have finished with my season’s quota of shopping; my bulging cupboards and empty pockets are witness to it.

 

I demurred and made my excuses. But he brushed them aside. There’s no charge for just seeing, Didi! He smiles. Could I have a glass of water?

 

Cornered, I let him in. But, I warn him again that I wouldn’t be buying. But he is all smiles, no hurry…


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Mohua
Mohua
Nov 13
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Thanks a lot, Namratha for a great suggestion. I was stuck and you have shown me a way. Thanks again, regards.

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mona bedi
mona bedi
Nov 10

Post #2

11.11.23

Off prompt

Gembun


Revised thanks to Kala:


I can look out of the window for hours


under the peepal

a rickshaw puller

catches up on his sleep


Original:


I can look out of the window for hours


garden Buddha

the friskiness

of swallows


Mona Bedi

India


Feedback appreciated:)


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I like both versions, though they are going in completely different directions. The revised one is a still-life painting, while the original gives one more to ponder about. The original could work as a standalone haiku as well.

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