To be a Girl means to take a different way to reach home just to do window shopping, Girls mean to go to a mall to shop for a shampoo and come out with a big bag and empty purse, Girls mean sitting in a room alone and thinking after a full bag of shopping that oh! I forgot to buy the shampoo… 😉
Girls are very predictable… 😉
India mein fokat ki advice bahut milti hai…
Punch line of an Indian commercial, but perfect for Indians too. Specially when somebody is ill, anybody who visits you will show his care by giving his own formulation (“Nuskha” ). Some days ago I had caught cough and cold, and the shower of advices started. Every time I called somebody I was suggested a new recipe as a medication. Since I am in Munich and no “desi” medicines are available I called one of my friend to bring some medicine for me. She suggested me a new “Aayurvedic” medicine, cause as per her, the one I wanted has Alcohol in it and didn’t taste as good.
Sometimes when I look at a moving escalator I wonder how similar it is to our life. Much like life, the escalator never stops, whether you ride it or not. And when you do, it carries you ahead, even without your efforts. It is a matter of destiny though, that you get an escalator which is moving towards your goal
Black Forest is a wooden mountain range in south western Germany. It covers a wide area of earth in which human habitats are very rare to find but still there are some towns and cities. Most Cities are tourist destinations, towns are splendid and very beautiful, an ancient European touch is there in every city and town. This place is situated in the lap of nature. All scenes are like computer’s Wallpapers 🙂 here.
We (me and my team mates) had started our journey from Munich to Black Forest at early morning of Saturday. We had to change around 3 – 4 trains to reach there. Initially, it was dark but after two hours of journey the rays of sun was enlightening the whole area. The scenic beauty was tremendous. My eyes were trying to catch those scenes and my mind was trying to lock them, so that it could refresh me anywhere when ever I want.
A Touch of a droplet of rain always pulls me towards it. I always enjoy moments of rain. May be because I belong from a very dry place, a desert, The Rajasthan. Mansoon is my favourite season, if you leave the part “mud and pits on road”.
Well my today’s experience is not related to “Mansoon”. But its very much related to my soul. . .
Hi all, I am a new blogger. Just writing some of my experience here. 🙂