So the theme was `holiday’ in keeping with the Christmas spirit. We took to the theme quite literally and come meeting day few of us had much to share that reflected the theme :p
So, we said to ourselves, it’s the season for being generous, why not share something we read recently that we liked? And so, here is what we came up with…
- An extract from `All the Hemispheres’ by Hafez that has a couple of lines that are a marvellous way of looking at holidays.
Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out
Change rooms in your mind for a day. More
2. Waiting at the window, a lovely poem by A. A. Milne that transports me instantly to childhood and the little mind-games I remember cooking up during interminable waits for buses, on long train journeys and even longer hot summer `holiday’ afternoons.
These are my two drops of rain
Waiting on the window-pane.
I am waiting here to see
Which the winning one will be.
Both of them have different names.
One is John and one is James. More
3. Frenzied light, an intensely romantic poem by Meena Kandasamy.
When you called me
To light up your life
I could never refuse.
But, there are things I ask of you… More
4. A Valentine, a poem by Lewis Carroll that he penned in response to a friend complaining that he seemed glad to see him but did not miss him if he stayed away.
And cannot pleasures, while they last,
Be actual unless, when past,
They leave us shuddering and aghast,
With anguish smarting?
And cannot friends be firm and fast,
And yet bear parting? More
5. A true incident about the holiday of two little girls narrated by a person who used to dress up as the “Goofy” character in Disneyland for a long time. More
6. Storming in tea-cups, another poem by Meena Kandasamy that steeps the act of making tea for one’s beloved with deep meaning!
“a cup of tea is not a cup of tea. . .
when you make it at twilight,
just for him.”
call it a love potion.
wishes boiled to a blend. More
Winding down with an excerpt on how holidays would not be fun if they were all the time… from Shakespeare’s HENRY 4, PART 1
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work,
But when they seldom come, they wished for come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents