It's said (according to my Mr. Dictionary) that "memories
grow sweeter with time". Well, almost all my memories nowadays
have some kind of negative emotional load, or whatever. They
are either gloomy, or embarrassing, or stuff like that.
I guess that means I'm dysthymic...
One memory that's kept its sweetness is a clear visual recollection
of the Swedish word "Bra!" written with a red ball point pen by
my sexy teacher of Swedish onto my test paper. In Swedish "bra"
means 'good'. I was about 13 years of age then.
Her name was 'Tuula' (too-lah). That word, which means 'cotton' in
Sanskrit (in Finnish 'tuuli' means 'wind', and, FWIW, 'tuli' means
'fire', but also, as a verb form 's/he/ came') appears also in the YF
suutra:
kaayaakaashayoH sambandha-saMyamaal laghu-*tuula*-samaapattesh
caakaasha-gamanam.
