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Well, it often happens that people with good eyesight fail to see what is right in front of them. They have too much to take in, I suppose. Whereas people who cannot see (or see very little) have to take in only the essentials, whatever registers tellingly on their remaining senses.
We said nothing for some time but we couldn’t have been more eloquent.
Unattainable, Sushila would always be more bewitching and beautiful than if she were mine.
‘Ugly is just a word,’ I said. ‘Like beauty.
Well, thought Sita, if I can be careless with someone I’ve made, how can I expect the gods to notice me, alone in the middle of the river?
‘Sometimes the river is angry, and sometimes it is kind,’
I want the umbrella, because—because I want its beauty to be mine!’
The plainsman looks to the hills for the needs of his spirit but the hill man looks to the plains for a living.
‘Nothing is lucky if you put it away. If you want luck, you must put it to some use.’
‘I wonder,’ he whispered. ‘Is this what it feels to be God?’
Chance would be a better word. For chance plays a great part in all our lives.
Birds and butterflies recognize no borders.
She was less than beautiful but more than pretty, if you know what I mean. A face to remember.
