Some memories...

I had composed this mail around 20 months back, today I made it public...

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(Sunday, May 25, 2008)


Hi All,

I have sent this to only those whom I am missing at his stage of my life…(one can find few names in TO and few more are in CC…This discrimination is done by the gmail people and not by me…4 in TO and 4 in CC)…this is to convey that I am enjoying my life in the best way I can…(am I happy or not…that's a different question…)… I would have enjoyed much more if we all would have been here together…(and please bear with my English…you all know hat its not that good…again the flow…comment in the bracket are…off-the-topic)

It is a pleasant weather over here…its showery outside…the atmosphere is much more like what we have during Shravan…here is a lush green open space in front of my room…within my room…there is a tv, a wooden cupboard, a bed, a safe case, an "aram khurchi" two lamps…and few more things(these people are art-lovers)…there are few big trees between the room and the ground…leaf of those trees is like "pimpal"…but the shape of the tree is little different)…and there is a small cottage next to that…(T on the keyboard is not working properly…leave that…I have to press it little harder…ok)…there is something written on the cottage…let me see….it is…schutzenhalle…dictionary meaning…shooting-hall…may be I shall try going there tomorrow…this is small village…with lot of open space…and big cottages around…(hold on…my colleague has come…and I have to move out…sorry this breaks the flow…)…very cool, pleasant and quiet environment outside...right now…(very close to the place in my dreams where I would like to settle down)

Yesterday…I had a nice little walk around the town…The place is Bad Westerncotten…the day-night timing is bit weird…during this time of the year…you can see the sun…right from 4.45 in the morning…till around 9.30 night time…(I know is tough to believe…but like my other things which are tough to believe…this is also true…)…while taking a round around the town…my clock was telling me that its 6 in the evening but the sun was shouting at me saying - it is 12.00 noon Indian time…thanks to the breeze…which made the sun ineffective…( 6.00 pm over here is like 12.00 noon at our place…but you never sweat as a gentle wind keeps on blowing…)

Today morning…I woke up…went in the balcony to see the morning time sun…then took a bath and finally was surprised to check the clock…it was showing 4.55 a.m…and then after half an hour…went back to sleep…and woke up at 10.30…my fellow friends told me that I am already late for the breakfast…and they all tried to call me a lot for around half an hour…(finally I had to take the breakfast alone…thanks to the late ending second sleep…infact due to this...i got a chance to know local people here)

During the breakfast…initially, I thought it would be difficult to find the veggie food…but it was there…had lot of jam with the bread…orange juice…and fruit salad…I had a heavy breakfast… and it was good…(breakfast is complementary with the stay…normally it costs around 7 euro…if you are not staying here…cost of the stay is 17.5 euro per day…and its going from my pocket… L…)…lady at the dining hall…Khamelia (21-23)…(I don't know the exact spelling but she pronounced her name like that)…knew little English…I just told her "Kiene Flesh" (no flesh) and she helped me in preparing the plate…(had 4 rounds to the serving place…the owner (55-60) of this place "Kurhotel Wall Café" has his cottage just next to this place…he has one son - Stefen (23 – working in clerical section at the army base) and one daughter (19 – busy doing her studies and teen life)…Some time back Stefen helped me to set up the net connection at the room…and that's how am able to send this to you…

Its just the second day today…and much more to come…around 1 full month...and then back home...

Till then…bye…

Shekhar
 
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After a long long time, today I met some people and my memories got refreshed :) I will say, "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."