Nice Diary
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...