Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Little Miss Sunshine

I had a very annoying auto ride from Maitreyi Park, Chembur to Marol. So, to make myself feel better, I’ll make a list of all the things that made me happy until now:


I realized that I like the French word for song: chanson


Just remembered a small poem by W.B. Yeats. Had read it long ago, but still remembered it:

When to the heart of man
Has it ever been less than treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
To bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season

Some things endure longer than memory..like poetry. That’s why they are forever.


Came across another poem that I loved a few years ago, but had forgotten about it. Robert Frost’s ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay’

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf’s a flower
But only for an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.


I didn’t have to wait for the lift for very long.


I got a pretty cool assignment.


I may be going to a new marketplace today. I love seeing new things.


I’m wearing a really comfortable, flouncy skirt, high heels, and a dainty pendant after a really long time. Feels nice and pretty.


Got invited to a Saturday night dinner. Interesting, but I may be doing other things. Let’s see.


Am thinking of buying and reading ‘The Hobbitt’. I think it would be a good book to read. Also, my heart gets all exultant and I love the prospect of reading a brand new book.


It was briefly cloudy today. Or it may have been cloudy for a whole lot longer, but I just noticed it briefly. I love cloudy days. So mellow. Like cool cucumbers over tired eyes.

Yep. Today’s been good so far.


Unmana said...

Thank you. Reading about these nice things made me feel better, too. :)

Nonentity said...

it was a little cloudy here also. nice! clouds are always welcome. even the dark ones; esp the dark ones.


She said...

I remember the poem by Yeats. Had hurriedly jotted it down from some old Readers Digest aeons ago. Had the occasion of reciting it to my boyfriend a while ago. We overcame that brief storm that necessitated the poem.
I am glad you took tie out to be thankful. We should do it more often

Curry Pan said...

i thought that poem was by frost. let me google it. yep, frost it is :)