“People who love to eat are always the best people.”
– Julia Child
Vegetarian pho and sweet potato truffle fries, Pho 69, San Jose
(Bad picture because we were eating with a couple I just met and I didn’t want to be ‘that girl who photographs her food’, who I actually am and should be proud of.)
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of On’e Own
Falafel burger, Robbee’s Falafel, San Pedro Square Market
I know I missed a day in between but let’s move on and act like it never happened, okay? Okay. So for today’s post I’m going to cheat a bit and quote my favorite writer Edith Wharton :
“In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways.”
– Edith Wharton
That one sentence just sums up our life and everything we hope to do.
The smallest things make me happy these days. The sun came out today and I was happy. It’s been so long since I felt the sun on my face or even broke in to a sweat, for that matter. I guess that’s what living in Chennai makes you miss. So once the sun was out I decided to go for a pseudo run. So I ran. On the wrong side of the road, I think. And almost bumped in to one uncle who laughed it off. Crossed the road and had one Aunty say “Yes! You made it”. It felt good to have some one cheer me on like that. I’m thinking of hiring a cheerleader to cheer me on when I feel down. Oooh maybe I should just hire an entire squad! I should put that in my list.
So on my run today I crossed a gallery where an artist painted on the walls along the streets. I saw this little gem and my heart skipped a beat. It felt like someone had taken that thread of thought that’s been running through my mind lately and decided to plaster it on the walls. I could feel a little smile creeping up and the sun just shined brighter today.
“I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.”
– Flowers For Algernon, Daniel Keyes
“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
– Oscar Wilde
– Pablo Neruda
“Peter Walsh got up and crossed to the window and stood with his back to her, flicking a bandanna handkerchief from side to side. Masterly and dry and desolate he looked, his thin shoulder-blades lifting his coat slightly; blowing his nose violently. Take me with you, Clarissa thought impulsively, as if he were starting directly upon some great voyage; and the,\ next moment, it was as if the five acts of a play that had been very exciting and moving were now over and she had lived a lifetime in them and had run away, had lived with Peter, and it was now over.”
– Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
Maybe In Madras 