In India they say that progress in life requires shedding of sweat and blood. Well! In Paris we don’t have much reason to sweat even in summers and as a believer of Gandhi never felt the need of bloodshed but finally it seems that I cannot finish of my PhD without blood shed. I lost few millimetre of my finger along with vegetables that I chopped this weekend. I didn’t expect that this few millimetre of my finger can make such a big difference, stops me from cooking, eating ,washing and it is in such a crucial place that every time I start typing my thesis, blood oozes out. With deadline knifes hanging over my head! All I can say is, Oh! God! Heal me! and bless my friends who are providing me with food!