Nice Diary

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From Friendly To Friendship 

A foreign land, unknown words, and without a phone! An itinerary for a disaster, but not always. When I was wandering in the boulevards of Nice, South of France, in search of my hotel, neither maps nor passersby could help me. My French inability came on my way. After hours of walking with my bag pack, I saw two middle-aged ladies wearing a kind of kurta pyjama from a distance. Without a second thought, I hurriedly walked towards them to find my way.


While talking to these two french ladies, I felt their warmth. I was born Indian, and they were Indians from their hearts. It was spirituality, yoga, Sri Aurobindo ashram- bonded us initially. As I was about to walk towards my hotel, they returned and invited me for lunch in a nearby Indian restaurant. Their warm vibes swayed me away and I followed them without any inhibitions.


 We spoke for hours over lunch, and our friendship got strong. As we stepped out of the restaurant and started walking towards my hotel, suddenly the city had its season’s first rain. I enjoyed the shower on the streets of Nice with two of my new friends, just the way I do in my hometown with cousins. 

There was no looking back after that rain. Pascale and Patricia gave their weekend to me. For the next two days, we went around the beaches, promenades, old churches, streets, local markets together. Spend hours in their home with their parents, and finally, they bid goodbye after dropping me at the station. I went to Nice to explore the city and discovered two loving souls!       


 

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Unknown said…
It does not takes time to meet up good hearts and soul. It just happens. Does not matters whether it's love or friendship.
December 28, 2021 at 9:21 AM
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