Paris was a place among the stars, and also
like the proverbial story of the little child crying for the moon. travel was
not among my hubby's priorities, hence the travel bug loses out and is never
persuasive. Until one day I received a wedding invitation from my cousin in
Paris..
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| on our way.. |
A beautiful card, glanced at it, marveled at the romantic image of the couple and left it at that. Time flew and a casual encounter with the bride's aunt at a store sculpted my trip...Chandini.."aren't you coming for the wedding? We are going and can't wait go see the castle wedding" .honestly...had not even bothered to look up the venue of the wedding...and the word castle opened up a million memories. ?my Enid Blyton days...and the adventures in the castle and the pictures of them had always fascinated me..google speared and chiseled the rest of the way..Thibery Castle came into view and I asked myself "Am I gonna miss this? Next was putting it up before the Council....My Husband. He was in no way intrigued by the castles I usually spin in the air, and Castles were not among his favorite subjects, he would rather dream of another business project, but he saw my point....Life is a network of experiences.and this would be a platter of events which he knew money alone cannot buy. Though the mundane is his comfort zone..he yielded and murmured a Yes...Sarang, my elder son said that he was going to Greece to attend his friend's wedding and so he opted out. so it was decided that my younger son, Sanyanth three of us wd go..Switzerland..the snow clad mountains beckoned..the gondolas of Venice..a dream..the gladiators of Rome. The bull fights in Spain, Athens and Greece..where the beautiful Cleopatra reigned and the Trojan War was fought... the ceramic and tiled walls of Morocco. Wanted to roam the streets of Amsterdam..I wanted to see them all.k..so sent hours browsing nd haggling on the places to go..and zeroed in on the Swiss Mountains, Rome and Italy..but a business opportunity appeared and Santhosh opted out. He needed to be in Dubai.. so even thought of cancelling the trip..but thank my stars, or stripes..I had the good sense to opt going with my son..Hurraayy..
When we
were small, my great uncle (the grandfather of the bride), had presented me and
my brother a toy television, which would show us all the sights of Paris, and
those sights are going to be live before me... Days flew by, and I was on the
flight to Delhi, and I was delighted to see the airport of the capital city...A
good three hours to browse through the stores... Massive Yoga Mudras which adorned the walls
put up a spectacular sight, thereby, the great culture and the essence of
ancient Indian culture which dictates a healthy lifestyle and which the world has
embraced...greets you when you enter the country..felt waves of patriotism
surge up and felt proud to be an Indian..though I was always a proud Indian, I
had never felt the pangs of patriotism except on Independence day.. Slogans of
Swacch 'Bharath was everywhere..hope slowly at least, the dream of a clean
India blossoms into a reality, than stay on slogans and posters.. Indian art
and culture displayed beautifully by the various stores..The Ishaana store by
the Isha foundation was spectacular...books and cds, teachings
OF THE VARIOUS Gurus... we sure should be a peace loving country..a waterbody which
said the water was energized, a doctor to prescribe a massage that suits your
health and fits your budget,, ethnic jewelry, health foods and ayurvedic
cosmetics, a palm reader, which made me involuntarily pull my hand back.. a
coffee shop, and exquisite figurines which will chase you in your dreams. Soft
therapeutic music in the background, subtle and soft lighting..a stage was set for
music and dance. Bells tinkle and
chime.. Bharath in a nutshell..in a glittering capsule to take back home..what
it stands for and how it guides you to a healthy and holistic lifestyle, Pashmina
shawls worth a fortune, spices for which we had to pay a heavy price..Just think
of it…if it was not for the spices, would the foreign powers sail in? The
British would have left us alone…
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