Sunday, 30 August 2026

Whether the Weather: A Small Poem with a Big Message

 

WHETHER

Whether the weather be fine
Or whether the weather be not
Whether the weather be cold
Or whether the weather be hot –
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather
Whether we like it or not!


Saturday, 29 August 2026

The Joy of Tasting Your Own Cooking

     



There is a special kind of happiness that comes while cooking.

The dish is finally ready. The kitchen carries the aroma of spices, seasoning, and all the little ingredients that went into the preparation. You serve yourself a small portion, take the first bite—and suddenly pause.

“Wow! This is really tasty!” That moment is delightful.

Not because someone else praised the food. Not because guests asked for the recipe. Not because the family said, “You should make this again!” But simply because you enjoyed something made by your own hands.

We often cook with an expectation.

Will the children like it?
Will my husband enjoy it?
Is there enough salt?
Will the guests appreciate the dish?
What if nobody eats much?

And yes, appreciation feels good. A compliment from someone who enjoys our cooking can make all the effort worthwhile. But there is another joy that is equally important—the joy of self-appreciation.

When you taste your own cooking and genuinely feel, “I made this well,” there is a quiet satisfaction that needs no audience.

You don't have to wait for approval.

You become your own first guest.

Sometimes it may be a complicated recipe prepared after watching several videos and reading different versions. Sometimes it may simply be a quick dosa, a bowl of rasam, a chutney made with whatever was available, or a familiar dish cooked without a recipe.

And then comes that one perfect bite. The balance of flavours works. The texture is right. The seasoning has settled beautifully. And your heart says, “This is yummy!” What a lovely moment that is!

Cooking is often associated with serving others. We cook for family, friends, festivals, celebrations and guests. But perhaps we should also learn to enjoy the food we create ourselves.

After all, if we cannot appreciate our own effort, why should we constantly wait for someone else's praise? Self-appreciation is not arrogance. It is acknowledgement. It is recognising the time, effort, learning and little experiments that went into creating something.  So the next time you cook something delicious, don't immediately look around to see who will compliment you.

Sit down.

Take a bite.

Enjoy it.

Smile.

And tell yourself:

“Yes, I cooked this. And I really like it!”

Sometimes, the best compliment comes from our own heart—and that is enough to make the meal taste even better.

A question for my readers:

Have you ever tasted your own cooking and felt, “This is absolutely delicious!” even before anyone else had a chance to say so?


Friday, 28 August 2026

Varalakshmi Vratham: A Friday of Faith, Prosperity and Tradition

   


Thursday, 27 August 2026

OUR HOUSE BY CHRISTOPHER MORLEY

  

IT should be yours, if I could build
The quaint old dwelling I desire.
With books and pictures bravely filled
And chairs beside an open fire.
White-panelled rooms with candles lit—
I lie awake to think of it!

A dial for the sunny hours,
A garden of old-fashioned flowers—
Say marigolds and lavender
And mignonette and fever-few.
And Judas-tree and maidenhair
And candytuft and thyme and rue—
All these for you to wander in.

A Chinese carp (called Mandarin)
Waving a sluggish silver fin
Deep in the moat; so tame he comes
To nip your fingers offering crumbs.
Tall chimneys, like long listening ears,
White shutters, ivy green and thick,
And walls of ruddy Tudor brick
Grown mellow with the passing years.

And windows with small leaded panes.
Broad window-seats for when it rains;
A big blue bowl of pot pourri
And—yes, a Spanish chestnut tree
To coin the autumn’s minted gold.
A summer house for drinking tea—
All these (just think!) for you and me.

A staircase of the old black wood
Cut in the days of Robin Hood,
And banisters worn smooth as glass
Down which your hand will lightly pass;
A piano with pale yellow keys
For wistful twilight melodies,
And dusty bottles in a bin—
All these for you to revel in!

But when? Ah well, until that time…

 


Wednesday, 26 August 2026

SONG FOR A LITTLE HOUSE BY CHRISTOPHER MORLEY

  




I’M GLAD our house is a little house, 

Not too tall nor too wide;

I’m glad the hovering butterflies
Feel free to come inside.

 

Our little house is a friendly house.
It is not shy or vain;
It gossips with the talking trees,
And makes friends with the rain.


And quick leaves cast a shimmer of green
Against our white walls,
And in the phlox, the courteous bees
Are paying duty calls.

Tuesday, 25 August 2026

MY LITTLE HOUSE BY J.M. WESTRUP

 



 I have a little house
With windows and a door.
Two chimneys on the top,
And a plot of grass before.

I have a little house,
With curtains and a blind.
Two chimneys on the top,
And a plot of grass behind.

I have a little house,
Where I go in and out.
Two chimneys on the top,
And a garden all about.

Monday, 24 August 2026

What Is Done Cannot Be Undone — But Can We Prevent It from Happening Again?

     


“What is done cannot be undone, but one can prevent it happening again.”
— Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

Some sentences become famous because they are beautifully written. Others become memorable because they make us uncomfortable. Anne Frank’s words belong to the second category. Written on 7 May 1944, when Anne was only fourteen and living in hiding during the Nazi persecution of Jews, the sentence is remarkably simple. Yet it contains an entire philosophy of memory, responsibility and human behaviour.

The first half accepts something we often find difficult to accept: the past cannot be changed. The second half, however, refuses to leave us with helplessness: the future can be changed. And that small shift—from regret to responsibility—is what makes the sentence so powerful.

The past cannot be rewritten

We often wish we had a rewind button.

A word spoken in anger; A friendship damaged, A decision taken without thinking, an opportunity missed. An injustice ignored. A historical tragedy that should never have happened. But none of these can simply be erased. We can apologise. We can repair what can be repaired. We can acknowledge our mistakes. But we cannot make the event disappear.

Anne's insight is that regret by itself is not enough.

If a mistake teaches us nothing, it remains merely a mistake. If it changes the way we behave afterwards, it becomes a lesson. That is why the second half of the sentence is perhaps more important than the first.

From personal mistakes to historical memory

The quote becomes much larger when we place it against Anne's life.

Anne was writing during the Holocaust. Her family was hiding from a regime that had already turned discrimination, hatred and persecution into organised destruction. Today, her diary is not simply read as the private diary of a teenage girl. It has become an important literary and historical testimony, allowing readers to encounter the Holocaust through the thoughts, fears, frustrations and hopes of one young person. Educational studies of the diary specifically examine how historical events shaped individual lives and how diary writing can carry both literary and historical value.  This is where the quotation acquires another meaning.

Remembering the past is not merely remembering the dead. It is accepting responsibility for the living and the future.

What do critics and commentators see in these words?

Commentators have repeatedly interpreted Anne's sentence as a call to reflection, accountability and prevention.

The Anne Frank Trust UK uses the quotation in the context of confronting prejudice and learning from harmful behaviour.  It has also been invoked in Holocaust remembrance as an argument against becoming passive observers of discrimination. In a speech marking Holocaust Memorial Day, Queen Camilla connected Anne's words with the responsibility to challenge hatred and prejudice rather than becoming bystanders.

That interpretation is particularly significant.

Anne does not say:

“What is done cannot be undone, so forget it.”

Nor does she say:

“What is done cannot be undone, so live forever in regret.”

Instead, the sentence asks us to remember, understand and act differently.

That is a very different idea of memory.

Further, if we ask any books influenced with this statement -It would be difficult—and potentially misleading—to say that particular books were directly influenced by Anne Frank's sentence unless an author has explicitly said so.

But many important works of Holocaust literature and literature about historical trauma explore precisely the same principle: Can remembering the past help prevent its repetition?

 

 

 

Elie Wiesel's Night

Elie Wiesel's Night is a powerful example of literature turning personal suffering into testimony.

Wiesel does not merely tell us what happened to him. His work forces later generations to confront what happened—and therefore raises the uncomfortable question: what will we do with this knowledge?

The act of remembering becomes an ethical responsibility.

Primo Levi's If This Is a Man

Primo Levi's memoir similarly transforms memory into testimony.

His writing examines what happens when human beings are stripped of dignity and when systems allow cruelty to become ordinary.

The reader is not simply being given history. The reader is being asked to recognise the warning signs of dehumanisation.

Art Spiegelman's Maus

Art Spiegelman's Maus takes another literary route.

By presenting his father's Holocaust experience through a graphic narrative, Spiegelman demonstrates that even decades later, the past continues to affect subsequent generations. The past may be over chronologically. But it is not necessarily over psychologically. And perhaps that is another way of understanding Anne's sentence: the event cannot be undone, but what we do with its memory remains in our hands.

George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four

Interestingly, the idea also resonates beyond Holocaust literature.

In George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four, controlling the past becomes a means of controlling the future. Winston's attempt to preserve an independent record of truth is therefore an act of resistance. Literary criticism of the novel has specifically examined the relationship between memory, historical records and political power. Orwell's fictional world gives us the opposite warning:

If the past can be manipulated or erased, society loses the ability to learn from it. Anne Frank's sentence and Orwell's novel therefore meet at an important point—memory matters because the future depends upon what we remember.

Remembering is not enough There is, however, a difficult question hidden inside Anne's words.

Have we actually learned?

Holocaust remembrance, historical novels, memoirs, museums, diaries and testimonies have ensured that the past is documented. Yet prejudice, racism, persecution and violence have not disappeared.

That is why remembering alone is insufficient.

A teacher can teach history.
A reader can read a memoir.
A museum can preserve photographs.
A writer can record testimony.

But ultimately someone has to act differently. One recent interpretation of Anne's words puts this responsibility plainly: her diary continues to be used to encourage people to challenge prejudice rather than remain passive observers.

The quote works at home too

We do not have to place the sentence only in the enormous context of wars and genocides. It belongs to ordinary life too.

A parent who loses patience with a child can learn to respond differently tomorrow.

A friend who says something hurtful can apologise—and remember the lesson.

A writer who receives criticism can either become defensive or learn from it.

A person who makes a poor decision can examine what led to it and avoid repeating it.

In each case, the past remains unchanged.

But the next chapter does not have to repeat the previous one.

Perhaps this is Anne's real message

Anne Frank was not given the future she imagined. She did not get the chance to grow older, publish books in the ordinary sense, travel freely or live the life she hoped for.

Yet her diary survived. Her words travelled far beyond the hiding place in Amsterdam. And generations of readers continue to encounter her thoughts. That creates an extraordinary irony. Anne wrote about preventing the past from happening again. Her own life was tragically cut short by the very historical forces that make her words so important. But her diary became part of the world's attempt to remember. And perhaps that is the power of literature.

Literature cannot undo history.

It cannot bring back those who died.

It cannot erase suffering.

But it can make us see, remember, question and sometimes change.

Anne Frank's sentence therefore feels less like a quotation to put on a wall and more like a question placed before every generation:

What have we learned from what has already happened—and what are we doing to make sure it does not happen again?

Because perhaps the true purpose of remembering the past is not to remain trapped in it. It is to build a different future.

 




Whether the Weather: A Small Poem with a Big Message

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