My First Kiss.

I hope that you enjoy reading this post on the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where eleven of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by Delirious. The ten other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Maxi, Maria SF, Padmum, Paul, Rohit,Shackman, The Old Fossil and Will. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!

Who would have ever thought that Delirious can come up with this topic. Coming from her, this is a Doosra. My response to Delirious – “Wouldn’t you like to know?” More importantly, I am all agog to read her post on this very intriguing topic.

No, that is not me nor my mother. But you get the drift? That was my first kiss that I remember.

If however Delirious has other ideas, I shall oblige. I will be less than truthful if I did not confess to that very first kiss that made me feel like Rhett Butler in Gone With The Wind.

But for that to happen, my readers, AND Delirious will have to wait for a couple of weeks. That story will appear in my stories series soon.

Now let us go over to Delirious and the others to read what they have to say about that experience.

Margaret Mitchell and Gone With The Wind.

Having been led by chance to re-read “To kill a mocking bird”, I am tempted to re-read Margaret Mitchell’s “Gone with the wind.”

There are some striking similarities about these books that seem rather odd. Both were written by Southern American women. Both were geographically located in Southern America. Both were made into remarkable and memorable movies. Both won the Pulitzer prize and many awards for the movie versions.

And, both authors did not write anything else.

Both have quotes that have become famous.

Atticus Finch’s “But he said that sooner or later he supposed the temptation to go after birds would be too much, and that I could shoot all the blue jays I wanted – if I could hit ’em; but to remember it was a sin to kill a mockingbird.”

Rhet Butler’s “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

I wonder if there are any more similarities between the two. Any additions will be most welcome.