"In a nutshell, I had posts coming to me all the time, and once when I was opening my letter box, I commented to Mom who was on the phone, "there are only bills and such in my post box these days." She noted this carefully too."
"One thing I couldn't help but notice about this trip was how each day was better than or as great as the previous. Each new place we visited stole a little bit of our hearts. In its own way."
"Which classic was written
counting words?"
Moonlight pours in through the wooden window,
the night follows the lit path inside, they sit
on my closed eyelids, I sleep, peacefully, there.
Then, I am asleep like a baby, here.
I wrote this one in Malayalam. Typing it out in Malayalam would require me to possess more patience than I could ever hope of having. So I wrote it down, in the good old fashion, and uploaded them here. My handwriting might be terrible to read, my grammar might be that of , an eleven…
"But as soon as I grew enough up, to be precise, as soon as I outgrew Enid Blyton, and began to comb through the enormous collection of English literature in the attic, I was face to face with exactly that."
The place has a magical liveliness from the energy of the people thronging it, which is absolutely positive and joyous.
"While I seethe in my self embarrassment, I hear the grandma in front of me mutter, 'rechts, uitstappen rechts,' which means, 'right, exit is on the right.' I smile to myself, am not alone in my stupidity."
How can any man be so much of a gentleman, persistently, that the title of the book on him, especially mentions this trait of his?
'The cherry blossoms need to keep the drops for a while, they need the freshness amidst the heat of recent days.' She imagined, and smiled.
