Utpal Bora
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“And then as the little plane climbed higher and Olive saw spread out
below them fields of bright and tender green in this morning sun,
farther out the coastline, the ocean shiny and almost flat, tiny white
wakes behind a few lobster boats--then Olive felt something she had
not expected to feel again: a sudden surging greediness for life. She
leaned forward, peering out the window: sweet pale clouds, the sky as
blue as your hat, the new green of the fields, the broad expanse of
water--seen from up here it all appeared wondrous, amazing. She
remembered what hope was, and this was it. That inner churning that
moves you forward, plows you through life the way the boats below
plowed the shiny water, the way the plane was plowing forward to a
place new, and where she was needed.” ― Elizabeth Strout,