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Lessons my mother learned me - Parts 1-5.
My source blog: a collection of pieces, building up material for a memoir.
Amy Pinto (1925-69)
Lessons my mother learned me - Parts 1-5.
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About Me
- Joe Pinto
- Pune, India
- Human being, by birth; Journalist / editor, by profession; Trainer / teacher, by choice.
Aldous Huxley
"A man's memory is his own private literature."
– Aldous Huxley (1894-1963)
– Aldous Huxley (1894-1963)
We look before and after ...
"We look before and after,
And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."
From “Ode to a Skylark”,
written in 1820
by the English poet
Percy Bysshe Shelley
(1792-1822).
And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."
From “Ode to a Skylark”,
written in 1820
by the English poet
Percy Bysshe Shelley
(1792-1822).