Pondering over my life of last score of years on this day of Winter Solstice makes me philosophical!!!
Even prophets of philosophy like Immanuel Kant,Stendhal ,Nietzsche would have been proud of me!!!
I have made million mistakes and few right things though latter part is debatable but optimism never killed anyone and I don't want to be its first casualty!!!
So I will be making mistakes so that I will have more such chances at least to compare myself with above mentioned prophets!
So before I sign off a nice little poetry that I studied in English in my 5th Grade.
Poem by Robert Frost :
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Last spring, one of the regulars, an 8th grader named Taylor (pseudonym) was very excited to tell me about some more "boy drama." As usual, I braced myself and tried to feign interest
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