A beautiful city is Richmond, seated on the hills that overlook the James River. The dwellings have a pleasant appearance, often standing by themselves in the midst of gardens. In front of several, I saw large magnolias, their dark, glazed leaves glittering in the March sunshine.
The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
When the Nobel award came my way, it also gave me an opportunity to do something immediate and practical about my old obsessions, including literacy, basic health care and gender equity, aimed specifically at India and Bangladesh.
All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.
The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
It is also very engaging – and a delight – to go back to Bangladesh as often as I can, which is not only my old home, but also where some of my closest friends and collaborators live and work.
The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.
There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.
Weep not that the world changes – did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
The curriculum of the school did not neglect India’s cultural, analytical and scientific heritage, but was very involved also with the rest of the world.