Gone with the wind
I finished reading Gone with the wind. Again!
If I could write a book with half the imagination of Margaret Mitchell, I would die a fulfilled soul.
I am watching the movie for the first time and it’s pretty charming.
I looked up about Margaret Mitchell and she was a onetime wonder. But Alas! Even to be a onetime wonder would be perfectly fine, if it was so fine a wonder!
What a fine book she came up with!
There is this villa that I pass up every day on the way to my office, I love the way the house is, with its fine collection of plant pots on the pavement and the riot of bougainvilleas falling out of its walls. I wish I lived there – I could walk to office every day.
I wish I could write like Margaret Mitchell. I could stop working and keep on reading my work- without stopping!
There are so many things that would make me utterly happy…I wish I could have them.
Sometimes I am a child, smaller than Scarlet!
