How the face beamed and how the heart beat,
Oh! What lovely feeling it was when success struck!
How the heads turned, and how smiles appeared
And how some frowns welcomed my golden hour!

The weathers’ nasty, look how trees look stark!
Sun was bright in past, but times’ not in love with me,
And how the success slipped out of my shaky arms!
Ah! Success was sweet, how but now I bereave!

But let not mistake with its sophistry show,
That success is all’s there’s to life,
Its’ because nights’ dark that day has light;
And can’t the leaves at the fall provide that sight?

Don’t frown upon failure, success is no daily cup of tea,
If today you are starved, tomorrow better time you might see,
Oh! Success is sweet, and happy was I,
‘Happiness is but an occasional episode in the general drama of life!’
-15\8\98,Calcutta-63

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‘And in being forced to class herself among the fortunate she did not cease to wonder at the persistence of the unforeseen, when the one to whom such unbroken tranquility had been accorded in the adult stage was she whose youth had seemed to teach that happiness was but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain."
-Elizabeth Jane in the last line of Thomas Hardy’s
The Life and Death of the Mayor of Casterbridge
A story of a man of Character