Paris - the noise

Wuf.. after two days in Dresden, the Paris train sounds like a busy market.

The amount of diversity in the one coach I am traveling is more than probably collective ethinicities I have ever seen.

Paris, the city with life, a city with noise*.

*Not to mention the dirty trains and the plastic bottles lined train lines 😛

** Not to mention the roaler coster  journey from Dresden to here:

My booked flight to Dusseldroff is cancelled.

Alternate fights get booked.

Now there is a technical snag in this new flight.

Gets delayed.

Reach Frankfurt in nick of time. Little time to take fight to Paris.

Now this flight gets delayed.

Reached Paris.

Train to orsay ( to Bradraj) breaks down mid way.

Train change.

The changed train decides to stop in between.

Train change.

Another scheduled train change.

Breathing life

A morning in the warmth

A afternoon with the bulbed drinks

An evening when the feathers flew

A sign with bosons and fermions

A dinner with the slightly uncooked rice,
and a mango chutney.

When the world conspires to breath life..

(4th March, 18)

An evening, in IISc

And then it was 8pm

And then Devanch laughs

And then we switch off the fans, and then switch them on

And the laughter rings

(22nd Feb, 2018)