Personal Narrative: My Life In Europe

Life in Europe was good especially when I was learning everyday something new and going to the university, as if it were some place for greater good. The university in Europe attracted me a lot, not

Life in Europe was good especially when I was learning every day something new and going to the university, as if it were some place for greater good. The university in Europe captivated me a lot, not because people often dream of studying in Europe, but because Europe was always on my priority list before American gutter houses.

So one fine morning, I woke up quite early in the morning, it was about 3-4 am. The ticking of wall clock made full noise in my small apartment in some unknown city in northern Europe, and no other noise came into my mind.

Out of nowhere some strange echoes of calmness hilted my mind and I stared at the picture of holy gods such as Allah, Jesus, Shiva and others. I sat in the lotus posture, kept my head steady, and automatically eyes got closed. I was meditating, even without noticing that I was meditating. I cannot make anyone understand what was happening inside me. I cannot even notice that I was doing something which was quite unusual and weird for any sane man.

Few days earlier, I talked with my Father on a commercial mobile phone.

He’d had to fight for the privilege of my company, because mother was angry with him for taking me to Dafe restaurant during his last visit, to see the Dohori festival. He never abandons hope on me. He promised, to take good care of me and he’ll have me home for dinner on Fagu purnima eve, and mother relented. But, as were checking out of the lodge that morning it began to rain, and in this rain he observed some rare quality that made it necessary for us to trek. We passed a lunch on our way there. “You want some chicken?” my father asked. I shook my head. “It’s delicious,” he said. “It’ll get you on the