Paris Taught Me:

Mr. Reader! Guess who is returning home to India after hold-your-breath: 15 long months in Paris? So apart from cooking pasta boxes and saying bonjour, merci , au revior and gasping at the Eiffel what else has Paris taught me?:

*I always knew who I am and what I want to be, what I like and what I don’t like; Paris taught me - who I really am, what I really want to be, what I really like and what I really don’t like

*I can wear skirts and sense freedom; only to be trapped in an inescapable cycle of make-up, manicure et al.

*I can live independently and away from everyone I had ever known; only if I learn to forge new friendships again

*The gravity of international issues such as immigration and languages; the immense unappreciated security of always being able to return to India

*The richer your surroundings the more courteous people act with you although the path to wealth is fraught with deceit and unkindness

* Music, chocolates and books are the best pain killers

* Love is powerful; so is materialism

*Differences arising out of gender, religion, nationality and education are illusionary; people are people

*I can survive no matter what; an inner spark can quell away any amount of darkness in life    

                   

Umm should better be going now; you know literally!

PS: Love you Paris!!! à bientôt! India, home here I come! I am starved enough to eat a cow (oopss)!