With twinkling eyes like those of a mischievious child,
the toothless lady endlessly smiled.
Behind those thick rimmed glasses were the doors
that ended straight down at her soul.
Lying on her death bed she felt beautiful even then and there,
running those skinny fingers playfully through her wavy white hair.
While gazing at the outstretched sky she went on humming her favorite song
as if staring into death’s eyes and asking him to sing along.
When asked by her curious granddaugher the secret to her happiness,
she said its just a choice she made in her yonger days.
To be surrounded by the happiest people on earth,
and to be forever gleaming with positivity and mirth.
A few other secrets are reaching out far and wide for all your dreams,
and never give up eating your favorite ice-creams.
Feed your soul with good books and poetry every single day,
also warm hugs from your loved ones work wonders they say.
(P.S: I imagined myself in my oldage and wrote this poem and I strongly hope this is the kind of woman I become someday. On this special day I wish that all the ladies out there start practicing self-love and take care of their mental and physical health as seriously as they care for others. To all the strong and beautiful women who inspire me to be a better person each day, wishing you all a Happy Internaional Women’s Day 🙂 )
As she watched nature weaving it’s own wordless poetry,
her heart fluttered with ecstasy and soul beamed.
And while the playful breeze tingled her senses
she wrote as she walked on the exotic beach.
She felt like the ocean, her roars creating music.
Fathomless and serene.
One who knows she will have her share of storms,
and yet nurses calmness on the surface and within.
She ran along the woods
soaking in glitters of sunshine filtered through the trees.
And smiling wickedly at the surrounding wilderness,
she crowned herself ‘the queen’ with a tiara made of blossoms and leaves.
She knew she was magic incarnate.
Fiercely independent, passionate and free.
An embodiment of elation and peace.
Like the unshackled bird, singing as she flies in glee.
“Marilla, isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
“I’ll warrant you’ll make plenty in it,” said Marilla. “I never saw your beat for making mistakes, Anne.”
It’s a book which has the ability to pique interest of readers from diverse age groups. Be it a school going child or a senile person counting his last days. Once you read it the child in you will surface back and will make sure that the light in which you see things is filled with positive energy and hope.
I’m glad that I picked this children’s book right before I’m about to step into the corporate world. After I finished reading it I promised Anne that I’ll apply her childish yet insightful thoughts wherever I go and whatever I do. Keeping the child in you alive seems quite a daunting task in today’s world. Now that everyone is running as fast as they can to get a medal of recognition in the rat race. However if you live your life like Anne did nothing is gonna stop you from leading a life of success and fulfillment. No matter how busy you become in your career you always have the option to pause for a moment to appreciate the wonders of nature, to play a little, to let your imagination run wild, to make some mistakes (and learn from them), to laugh at yourself, to serve your parents, to thank the almighty for your beautiful life and so on. I promise, it is not at all a waste of time. It is an investment which you have to do to make sure the child in you stays alive, let alone healthy.
Anne is an orphan who is mistakenly adopted by a small family of two. An elder brother and sister, Marilla and Mathew Cuthbert of green gables. And having fallen in love with the striking beauty of Green gables at the very first sight Anne starts winning their affection and in no time secures a place for her in their hearts. Entertaining them with her charming yet endless chatter and exasperating them with her mistakes. A child with overflowing emotions and wild imagination, Anne lives her childhood in a remarkably active way. She is an epitome of high spirits and is an unflinching optimist. As she grows she also learns about empathy, forgiveness, sacrifice, competition, obsessing after her ambitions and working in accordance with it.
I could very well relate to Anne for my endless urge to make new mistakes. Her accidentally dyeing her hair green, being punished at school for beating a fellow classmate Gilbert Blythe, her shouting upon an elderly woman Mrs Rachel lynde, baking cake with liniment instead of vanilla essence. Her habit of giving queer names to people, things, places, anything and everything. And her more serious mistakes like falling from a height (it was a silly bet btw…But then we always learn from our mistakes 😉 )and getting bedridden for quite some time, almost drowning in the river while playing with the story club’s members. This girl definitely was having the time of her life.
Her friendship with Diana, her aversion towards Gilbert, her devotion towards Marilla and Mathew, her appreciation for the newly appointed mayor and her teacher Mr and Mrs Allan, she definitely was a person true at heart. But then, aren’t all children true? Yeah they are. I wish we never grew up.
Calling herself Lady Cordellia Fitzgerald was the thing that made me laugh the hardest. This girl sure was funny beyond limits, in a cute and innocent way. This book has events happening in every single leaf. Very enchanting, humorous and Anne-like. Beautifully narrated, well plotted, and worth rereading. I just can’t wait to read its sequels.
An evergreen book. Happy reading 🙂