Last update: 6/14/2013 12:12 AM
Summertime is approaching and over the next 360 days, I would (hopefully) be doing my senior year at the university. This has already raised a multitude of ideas in my head. Thinking of plans for these three enchanting months, I have resolved to go for 500+ new words and thought it would be even nicer if I shared them here, as well.
So, the following would be the outcome of an accumulating and earnest effort of mine, encompassing arbitrarily chosen words and phrases I run into during the days of this summer. (starting from 22nd of June) I’ll try to provide one example for each entry, too.
As an assignment, I had to render this last piece of text for one of my classes. I quite relished the experience and its’ savour. In a sense, I found that concocting phrases in such a manner can even get exhilarating at times. Albeit, the proficiency and benevolence of my professor is not to be overlooked.
Anyhow, I decided to put the result here and I hope it is of interest/use to you, as well.
Any appraisal is welcome.
The follies of youth never end. Simply look back on your past and with or without this sense of nostalgia, you begin to realize this very fact. The story begins with pudgy feet and fingers and ends like more or less the same – a tadscrawny, if you will. Remaining unruffled while being disconsolate is all it takes to make this journey more or less worthwhile, if not pleasant.
It is Norouz and this place could really use some sprucingup. All year long it was jam-packedwithcommuters and at the very least, someone should be sparing a though for its future. One might even draw an analogybetween this alley and those gigantic gutters of the Occident. This place is ancientold. All you need to do is to make a stop and try to find your bearings – after all these years. That was all I felt called upon to warn you about.
My hunch is that the high point of their visit was Tajrish (the square!) They were explicitlyover the moon. What I tried to hammer home to them was the fact that they’d better make a detour to avoid the traffic, the crowd. But while they were devouring their burgers and were already enamoredwith that convivial atmosphere, they simply refused to listen to a word and it has made it all the more interesting. The reason was twofold, though. The hucksters who were, to their eyes, appealing. The tumult of the packed bazaar was even more attractive to them. Suddenly, I saw one of them, sitting cross-legged and writhinginagony from eating a rotten turnip right after his burger. Poor thing, that brought a not very happy ending to their story and our day out.