the surprise party

Birthday - what difference does it make - death is equally pre-destined. With morbid, sad thoughts I went to bed. Half asleep, nearing 12 on the 12th of sept. Suddenly with a hue and cry I was woken out of my depressed state. Ambika had invited my office pals and the other bright regulars who came home to surprise me with a party - complete with tiara, party caps, pompoms, candles which wouldn't go off, confetti, gifts, cake and so on...
These are moments to live for, in the present and with a lot of joy and show of affection. A glow spread over my soul. We took pics, made merry and a good time was had by all, till we broke up for the night/morning! The next day at Rehab centre there was another little cake that I shared with the therapists and the special kids who came in. The loveliest gift I received was a picture colored by an autistic non-verbal kid - Jude - he flung it on my table as my birthday gift and walked away. That was the gift that touched me most, that taught me to value what I have, children who can walk, talk, understand, show affection... I learnt to share my abilities with those who are differently abled.

Paris 2005

Voir Paris et mourir - ville lumière, ville joyeuse. C'était comme une ville que j'ai déjà visitée dans une vie antérieure. Partout autour de moi j'entendais cette langue musicale, j'ai parlé avec des étrangers en français, tout le monde était sympa - malgré ce que les touristes m'ont dit au sujet des Parisiens - peut être parceque je parlais leur langue?
5 jours ne suffisaient pas du tout - je dois y rentrer...

francofolie

J'adore la langue française - ce coup de coeur a commencé depuis mon enfance et ça dure encore très fort. Il y a quelque chose - la musique de cette langue - qui m'y attire.
C'est aussi ma langue secrète, quand je voulais écrire mon journal intime - que personne chez moi devait comprendre, c'est le français qui m'a sauvé!

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