Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost...

I put an alarm on my cell phone. The alarm rang on time. I had a very tiring day yesterday and I could still feel the tiredness after 5–6 hours of sleep. But this tiredness had to be ignored, otherwise I would have missed the excitement. I took a shower, changed my clothes, and packed the luggage. I just had a bag and an umbrella. I left my umbrella at the hotel since the forecast for that day was cloudy, not rainy. A few yards away was the stop for open tour bus. I jumped over it and began my second day of exploration of Paris. I went to the Louvre museum, which is one of the world's most visited museums of the world. It used to be a fortress, first in the seventeenth century, and then it was converted into a palace, and now a museum. It contains artefacts from the Egyptian, Iranian, Greek, and Roman civilizations. There are some very beautiful and amazing paintings inside, including Mona Lisa by Leonardo Di Vinci. This painting is kept in a room and a barrier is placed in between

Letter 1   To, The very dear M,   My life was empty before I met you. At the very first moment when I heard your voice, I never knew then that you would have such a strong impact on my life later. I never knew that I would ever have the chance to meet you in person. I never knew that we could be friends. But after our first meeting, then second, and then third, fourth, and fifth, I knew a lot about you and myself. I don’t know why I miss you so much. I start missing you from the moment you say good bye to me every night when I drop you off at your home. I am sorry, because I lied to you when I said that I was infatuated with you and was involved with you. I am sorry I didn't mean that. I was scared to tell you the truth. I was apprehensive and confused as I didn’t know how you would react to the truth if I told you. I don’t want you to come to me because I want you to; I want you to come to me on your own will, because I treasure your happiness and will. Damn it, I love you.

Ghar wahin hai jahan pe zindagi shuroo hue;  jahan bachpan guzra;  jahan achha bura pata chala;  jahan pehli arzoo ne janam lia;  jahan pehli mohabbat jaagi;  jahan pe andheri raat ki tareeki se bach ker pohchnay ki jaldi hoti hai;  jahan pe dyar-e-gair mai wapis lautnay ki tamana hoti hai;  Ghar wahin hai jahan ki mitti ki khushboo, jahan ki dhoop ki chah, jahan key barish ki boondien yaad aati hain;  Ghar wahin hai jahan dil hai;  jahan apnay hai; jahan maa hai.

Paris, the biggest tourist destination of the world; I always wanted to visit Paris, because of all the stories, which I have heard from the people who have done so. It was always a source of fascination for me and long ago I have decided that this is one of things, which I want to do before I die. For quite some long time, I have been waiting for this moment to happen. I have made my mind, if I ever visited Europe, I would surely visit Paris. Finally during my second week at Amsterdam, I finally decided that I have to visit Paris in any case, no matter how costly this visit will be or even if no one accompanies me, I will still go to Paris. I was little nervous as this was my first foreign tour and honestly I haven’t yet fully understood the norms of the European culture and their transport system. There were some fears in my mind; rather I would say negative thoughts. Like what if I lost my belongings or passport, or what if I ran short of money or I miss my return train. Another tho

I am happy; I am excited; I am scared; I am apprehensive and I don't know what the hell I am doing. I don’t want to think about anything. I don’t want to see into the future. I just want to follow my heart wherever it may lead me. May be it will take me to the journey of ultimate submission.