In her spare time she scribbled her thoughts, wishes and dreams, life and times. It kept her sane despite her loneliness.
For, if after fifty you don't live the aspirations of the young, go away. Who needs needs spectacled snails, salivating on the Soma of youth.
Religion is a good time pass, better than philosophy, and a million times better than love; love is a wastage of an era.
Who was it who said something about the Indians being argumentative, good soul, let him come to Haridwar and meet this bunch. Good for him too, if he adapts with age; for if after fifty you don't live the aspirations of the young, go away. Who needs ...
