This desire to govern a woman — it lies very deep, and men and women must fight it together…. But I do love you surely in a better way then he does.” He thought. “Yes — really in a better way. I want you to have your own thoughts even when I hold you in my arms.

― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

A Room With A View & Hey Midterms

So, school’s in full swing and everyone is pretty riled up with classes, assignments and the more than mundane daily routine of waking up in the wee hours of the morning after having long long nights. Not much fun really…

Still, there’s always the cause for celebration and laughs and relaxation. A couple of hours ago, she went to watch a brand new musical, ‘A Room With A View’. Finally, a proper break, away from school with him:) It was nice, the musical did a fine job but it was not the best they’d seen. It was charming and all especially the portrayal of the British prudishness and chivalry.

Highlights of the evening included loud police sirens, a dreadful accident and the severe wet wet rain. Soaking wet, we managed to get home and do some (minimal for her) work done.

It’s almost 2 am now. She tried singing but her critic has it that she really can’t sing. It’s devastating but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do: sing in the shower. Oh well.

Maybe she ought to go to bed. yawnnn… 

nights love. xoxo

If on your grandmother’s birthday you burn a candle
To honor her memory, you might think of burning an extra
To honor the memory of someone who never met her,
A man who may have come to the town she lived in
Looking for work and never found it.
Picture him taking a stroll one morning,
After a month of grief with the want ads,
To refresh himself in the park before moving on.
Suppose he notices on the gravel path the shards
Of a green glass bottle that your grandmother,
Then still a girl, will be destined to step on
When she wanders barefoot away from her school picnic
If he doesn’t stoop down and scoop the mess up
With the want-ad section and carry it to a trash can.