Like Jonah, you may lose your gourd, but you cannot lose your God.
The party in power, like Jonah's gourd, grew up quickly, and will quickly fall.
The sun has blessed you," Sarita used to say. "Look how he has left his kisses on your face for all to see and be jealous. " "The sun loves you more," I said, rubbing my hands over her dry arms, the color of an aged wine gourd, and she laughed. But this is not India and we are not prized for our freckles here. The sun is not allowed to show his love.
Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.