So the nephew's coming over to India for a vacation and I can't wait to buy all those colourful children's books and read stories to him :)
February 24, 2011
February 21, 2011
You & Yours...
Tonight I lingered over your name,the delicate assembly of vowelsa voice inside my head.You were sleeping when I arrived.I stood by your bedand watched the sheets rise gently.I knew what slant of lightwould make you turn over.It was then I feltthe highways slide out of my hands.I remembered the old menin the west side cafe,dealing dominoes like magical charms.It was then I knew,like a woman looking backward,I could not leave you,or find anyone I loved more.
- Naomi Shihab Nye
February 20, 2011
Behind The Rocks...
I think the loneliest one can feel in Mumbai is perhaps at Marine Drive. When you see the whole stretch dotted with twos, each in the arms of a loved one, one can't help but feel a twinge.
February 19, 2011
Chaff & Grain...
"But Oh! The blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearless on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away."
— Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
February 18, 2011
A Whirl...
Why you're not married. Some good advice. Some terrible news.
Dear lord! Now I have to not only discard all illusions(about marriage) but also go transform myself! Lot of work.
You're just going to need to get rid of the idea that marriage will make you happy. It won't. Once the initial high wears off, you'll just be you, except with twice as much laundry.
Because ultimately, marriage is not about getting something -- it's about giving it. Strangely, men understand this more than we do. Probably because for them marriage involves sacrificing their most treasured possession -- a free-agent penis -- and for us, it's the culmination of a princess fantasy so universal, it built Disneyland.
The bottom line is that marriage is just a long-term opportunity to practice loving someone even when they don't deserve it. Because most of the time, your messy, farting, macaroni-and-cheese eating man will not be doing what you want him to. But as you give him love anyway -- because you have made up your mind to transform yourself into a person who is practicing being kind, deep, virtuous, truthful, giving, and most of all, accepting of your own dear self -- you will find that you will experience the very thing you wanted all along:
Love.
Dear lord! Now I have to not only discard all illusions(about marriage) but also go transform myself! Lot of work.
The Moon Misses You...
Close your eyes. And listen.
I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day and through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carrousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day and through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carrousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
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