February 24, 2008

I don't know ...

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

- Mary Oliver


If I know to compose poems,I might have written something like this to describe the last few weeks as I was spending alone to over come my "India Blues", the silence of Paris and in the struggle to settle back in Paris after the 3 weeks trip to India. For godsake, I finished three years in Paris, by this time I should feel at home here..Hoping not to to complain any more, when I have such wonderful friends to fill weekend with fun and laughter...(who)hhu, the new Chinese member of our lab made a delicious Chinese dinner for us(the best Chinese I ever had)...after the dinner the whole lab landed in the boss' kitchen, hiding there to give him a surprise for his birthday. That was the most exciting and successful surprise party that I ever had. ... thanks to little Martha and Giorgio... not only helped us with the surpise party but also helped us to revist our childhood with their Pictonary, word game. French movie,Indian Lunch,Italian Coffee,Chinese Dinner and British Birthday...All in a day!

2 comments:

iamyuva said...

thatz what home trip always does. if doesnt then may be something wrong with us.;)

welcome back...

Uma said...

thanks! I thought that i am the only one going crazy...nice to know that its 'normal'! I never thought comming back to the country where you have been living for 3 years can be this difficult.