Tout vient a qui sait attendre
All hoped-for things will come
to you
Who have the strength to watch
and wait,
Our longings spur the steeds
of Fate,
This has been said by one who
knew.
‘Ah, all things come to those
who wait,’
(I say these words to make me
glad),
But something answers soft and
sad,
‘They come, but often come too
late.’
~ Violet Fane
Unlike the poem, I wouldn't
say they come too late. They come when their time is due or ripe, and if it
seems late, it is perhaps because we are not aware of the whole plan. I sound a
bit more positive than my last few posts right? :) That's because some good
things I have been praying for materialised! They keep me very busy which is
why I have been slightly silent on the blog...but it's a good busy. You're
always on my mind though, my lovely readers!
Lately I dream a lot about
Mumbai. I think it’s because it’s slightly more than two years since I was there.
I did go to India a year ago but was only able to visit Mangalore. I dream of
moments, rather mundane ones, I shared with people at home, places that seem
very exciting now seen from the perspective of my quite surroundings, events that
didn't have much significance then but now fill me with nostalgia simply
because I can never experience them again...simple routines like having
breakfast with mom in the morning or watching TV together. Everything seems far
away, like in a different time or world, out of grasp...maybe I have this
feeling because the covid situation makes me feel like I can't just run home if
I want to...
As usual, it didn't take much
for positive me to jump to nostalgic me... there's a reason this blog is named
nostalgica, as you all know! ;)
