la petite fille

I usually travel for around 2hours everyday to n fro my university......its pretty far from my residence......u might think its pretty boring to have to sit in the metrobus for 2hrs everyday.....I have been in this city for 3months now and I ve NEVER felt bored travelling.....in fact its the most beautiful and refreshing part of my day.....

we all find one thing or the other beautiful, amazing, motivating,etc.......its the same with me.....to me, the most beautiful part of my day is when I see a little babygirl.....it doesnt matter what she's doing where and when I see her.......there is nothing I find more beautiful......there have been a lot of days since I came to france that I felt a little sad, a little lonely.....but when I see a little babygirl.....I cant stop blushing and hoping to take her in my arms and play with her.....it doesnt matter how sad I feel.....this is one joy that nothing can take away from me......

In the morning while I was coming by the metrobus, I saw a little girl with her dad walking on the street.....when she saw a lamppost, she pivotted herself around it.....when she saw a telephone booth, she banged at the buttons as if expecting something to pop out....and everytime, her dad(who apparantly seemed to be in a hurry) tried to pull her away and make her keep walking.....but she never let him hold on to her for too long.....she was so busy exploring the wonderful world around her....and then in the metrobus there was this little girl with her mother who stared at everyone who came into the bus with a beautiful smile on her face, expecting them to swipe their magnetic card against the ticketing machine and listen to the wonderful sound it made......when I swiped my card, I looked at her....and she gave me that wonderful smile I can never forget......

I look at myself and wonder if I ever had that kind of innocence.......I then realize that probably I did......but I lost it somewhere along the way growing up.....people say that we become more mature, more capable as we grow older....but can we ever grow more innocent?....can we ever trust and smile at a stranger like the little girl did?.....we all need a reason to trust a complete stranger........but that little girl needed a reason why not to.....can you ever reason that out?.....

Shisha

Last night I smoked for the first time in my life.....well I really didnt plan to do it.....my moroccan friend just invited me over to go to this shisha parlour and I just said ok....I wanted to try it....I just wanted to know wats so special about it that its so famous......

So it was like midnight when we reached the place(the bus had broken down on the way, so had to walk almost a kilometer to reach the place).....but it was fun walking the streets, window shopping on the way to the parlour at the dead of night.......it was very crowded but we managed to find a place......it was not very different from a pub if you talk about the music....may be just a little less noisy......and there was smoke all over the place......there was this girl sitting across to me staring at somethin.....at first I thought she was staring at me...but apparently she wasnt.....she kinda had just lost herself to the shisha she was smoking.......she was sitting in the same position staring in the same direction almost for around an hour......and there was this african dude who kept making so much smoke that I had to wonder if he had somehow caught fire inside.......seriously......he made this thick long puff of smoke which seemed to fill his entire face........I spent more time observing people than smoking my shisha......after all thats what I went there to do.....to understand why people wanted to smoke it......... not why I shld or shldnt smoke.....and then I kinda guessed why most people did it......I suppose they just do it to lose themselves......in the smoke, in the music, in their own thoughts......my friend told me that if you smoke a lot of shisha it gets to your head and then u feel really light......something like what alcohol does to you......

I didnt smoke much....I didnt really like it.....it kinda felt choky from inside......but for like just 5min, I felt really light....as if nothing mattered anymore....and then as soon as the first random thought hit my mind the lightness went away and I was back into the real world......it was quite an experience......

We also had this arabic and so called Indian tea at the parlour......it was nowhere close to our indian tea......it was just hot water with mint leaves and lemon thrown into it......but the container they served it in felt really royal......they served it in this alladin ka chirag kind of a container.....I felt kinda royal sipping the tea which really was effectively just hot water....and we paid 4euros for that......wuffff.......

It was a memorable experience and its now a precious memory......a new lesson about life.....about people....and about myself....an year ago I wld never even think of smoking shisha...... but now.....I am evolving......I am discovering myself......and in a good way.....because I know I will never smoke it again.....I knew it even before I started smoking.....because to me, life is about discovering.......yourself.......the world around you......and everything that makes the people around you do what they do.....