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It’s been a while since I have posted and for good reason too.. I took off to the “Queen of the hills”, Darjeeling. Apart from sipping some authentic Darjeeling tea while at the tea plantations and witnessing a spectacular sunrise I will fondly remember the experience for all the little things that have now become special memories.. I have lots more to say and will do so soon. But in the meanwhile here are a few glimpses of what I will remember Darjeeling by..


Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray,
And when I cross’d the Wild,
I chanc’d to see at break of day
The solitary Child.

No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
She dwelt on a wild Moor,
The sweetest Thing that ever grew
Beside a human door!

You yet may spy the Fawn at play,
The Hare upon the Green;
But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
Will never more be seen.

“To-night will be a stormy night,
You to the Town must go,
And take a lantern, Child, to light
Your Mother thro’ the snow.”

“That, Father! will I gladly do;
‘Tis scarcely afternoon–
The Minster-clock has just struck two,
And yonder is the Moon.”

At this the Father rais’d his hook
And snapp’d a faggot-band;
He plied his work, and Lucy took
The lantern in her hand.

Not blither is the mountain roe,
With many a wanton stroke
Her feet disperse, the powd’ry snow
That rises up like smoke.

The storm came on before its time,
She wander’d up and down,
And many a hill did Lucy climb
But never reach’d the Town.

The wretched Parents all that night
Went shouting far and wide;
But there was neither sound nor sight
To serve them for a guide.

At day-break on a hill they stood
That overlook’d the Moor;
And thence they saw the Bridge of Wood
A furlong from their door.

And now they homeward turn’d, and cry’d
“In Heaven we all shall meet!”
When in the snow the Mother spied
The print of Lucy’s feet.

Then downward from the steep hill’s edge
They track’d the footmarks small;
And through the broken hawthorn-hedge,
And by the long stone-wall;

And then an open field they cross’d,
The marks were still the same;
They track’d them on, nor ever lost,
And to the Bridge they came.

They follow’d from the snowy bank
The footmarks, one by one,
Into the middle of the plank,
And further there were none.

Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living Child,
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome Wild.

O’er rough and smooth she trips along,
And never looks behind;
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!

I have been thinking lately, that if I had to pick one thing that I would like to implement in life what would it be. The one mantra that I can follow to better the quality of my life. I have come up with a few good ones, but the one rule that I have decided to stick to as a fun thing to do is the following :



I am not the whiney kind of person, but I can be one at times. Must be wonderful to not complain, not because there is nothing to complain about, but rather because that way you will find the world to be a better place with not having to complain about stuff. Let me explain. First of all, it saves a lot of energy. Secondly, gaining someone’s sympathy may be a fun for a while, but ultimately you will run out of sympathetic ears and strong shoulders to lean on. Thirdly and this is what I am trying to get at is, when you consciously make an effort not to complain about things, you may just not be the complaning kind anymore. I am not trying to be the kind of pushover who never gets her way. If something goes wrong, I would rather want to take action, than complain about it. So starting today a little early for a new year resolution, I am making the effort not to complain about anything to anyone, except may be once in a while to the one above, or my journal, for one year straight! Fingers crossed.. 😉

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This too shall pass..
- Anonymous

Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.
- Calvin Coolidge