Year 2005
Hi Anna,
A little more of my life in India. We had a small library in our town with a nice book collection. It was nestled in a bungalow and had a reading room near the entrance. Twice a week I would walk to the library to get books because I loved to read just like you. Often we would meet friends and linger, but your grandpa's rule was to be back in the house before the street lights turned on.
The children of this small township would display a hand-written magazine called "The Brook" (named after a poem by Lord Tennyson), in the library every month. Our writings - poems, stories, jokes, paintings and an editorial were written on a large sheet of poster paper, and hung in the reading room of the Library. The boys and girls took turns in publishing the magazine.
One issue of the magazine however created a rift between us. Well, the girls had described a few of the boys in a poem without naming them, as though they were very naughty puppies. But the boys were furious and stopped speaking to us. In the next issue of the magazine they wrote a poem titled "Little Minds That Think Little Thoughts", aimed at us! Silly stuff, but it took a while to patch things up.
So things that you feel are funny might not always be so! And with friends, misunderstandings happen. But everything works out in the end. Got to rush now, Lucy is due for a shot at the vets. Love you always, more than the star, the sky and the sun!!!!
Mamma
Hi Anna,
A little more of my life in India. We had a small library in our town with a nice book collection. It was nestled in a bungalow and had a reading room near the entrance. Twice a week I would walk to the library to get books because I loved to read just like you. Often we would meet friends and linger, but your grandpa's rule was to be back in the house before the street lights turned on.
The children of this small township would display a hand-written magazine called "The Brook" (named after a poem by Lord Tennyson), in the library every month. Our writings - poems, stories, jokes, paintings and an editorial were written on a large sheet of poster paper, and hung in the reading room of the Library. The boys and girls took turns in publishing the magazine.
One issue of the magazine however created a rift between us. Well, the girls had described a few of the boys in a poem without naming them, as though they were very naughty puppies. But the boys were furious and stopped speaking to us. In the next issue of the magazine they wrote a poem titled "Little Minds That Think Little Thoughts", aimed at us! Silly stuff, but it took a while to patch things up.
So things that you feel are funny might not always be so! And with friends, misunderstandings happen. But everything works out in the end. Got to rush now, Lucy is due for a shot at the vets. Love you always, more than the star, the sky and the sun!!!!
Mamma
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