World of Worlds

I was amid the vista of multicolored trees on the streets. Greenary is a misnomer for the trees in europe cuz not many trees happen to be green. They are orange, yellow, maroon and even red. The crunchy fallen leaves seemed unable to flow due to little drizzles every now and then. Alas ! They do flow with the wind sometimes. The scene is nonetheless exotic and beauty uncomparable. Occassionally when me and me-like my friend stroll towards home in evening, the streetlights are no more as if deliberately put-off by some mad naturalist, who cannot imagine glossing over even the finest and subtlest natural beauty.

The place is nevertheless alien to non-french people and english is almost extinct with exception of some young crowd and rare old population. But the universal language of symbols everyone understands. It's an interesting dumb-charade where you can't give up and the audience feel sorry for not being able to understand. The modesty and formality are the armour of french-man. They know how to eat, how to talk, how to befriend etc. but all this without a tinge of artificiality. I always thought mannerism is artificial but here I feel, mannerism is an innate nature of the individual out here.

The other language of smile and humor is nonetheless universal. Its always the best way to convey how good you feel about the others. Simplicity is yet another attribute of french-man. They are fashionable yet simple because it don't care a damn about the other. Moreover, its the higher stage of civilization when an individual doesn't bother about the other and granularity of perspective shifts from collectivistic to individualistic. On this scale, delhi is the least civilised place on this earth.

Simple but yet so uncontrolled.

'Cigerette (pronounced - cig - haaat) ', a french girl says with her eyes not meeting mine as though looking above the upper eyelids, in the desirous meditation, in the solo objective, in the insatiable thurst.

'Sorry !!, I din get'. Me replied

'Cigerette', she repeated frowning.

'No, I don't have', Me replied with no particular gesture but floating deep being in some other thought.

Life is so simple here that monotony couldn't be obviated without residing onto something off-track as drugz, cocaine or some or the other kind of obsession good or bad depending on the individual, but generally bad as it is simple to follow ( again simplicity in choosing the simple way).

Its wrong if someone says, that the world is small. Its actually very big. Each individual is one world. Each individual has one replica of the world, his own personal copy literally untarnished by other's copy. Here, Me analyzing the world of all the worlds.