It's been a while since I have been working in Mauritius island.
Tomorrow being the day I am leaving for India on a vacation, it has been quite tense and restless.
Although I woke up in a not so spirited mood, I got around to enjoying the day soon enough.
I am living at the place of Aunty. She is the only one in Mauritius who actually cares about what's happening to me.
I am really grateful to live a life in the house she has allowed me to stay in. And I am more than grateful that I get to spend some time with her family.
I took my bicycle out for a small ride.
I went to the food court where all sorts of Indian food are sold. And where all the food sold are affordable by the poor.
I paid a visit to the market. The Sunday market for clothes.
The most wonderful thing about the clothes market here is that there are so many beautiful almost designer-like clothes sold.
After the wandering, came back home and began feeling like nothing.
That's when I remembered that I had so much packing to do, got so busy with it and didn't realize how my afternoon went ticking away.
I was searching for the letter from the Immigration office that would let me go to India and come back.
I looked pretty much everywhere, sorted all the things in the house as a result, still couldn't find it.
That's when I started reading the book by Osho I had been reading for a while, "Vedanta, the art of dying".
There was something really interesting that I read in the book, about how one needs to keep putting in effort, leave no stone unturned, so that the unconscious mind can come up with a solution for the problem one is looking for; that only when the conscious mind is completely exhausted with finding the solution for a problem, will the unconscious mind kick in.
As much as this theory sounded relevant, I decided to put it into action.
I continued sorting through all the stuff in the house, collecting all the things I wanted to carry to India.
I was so exhausted, I went to say hi to Aunty downstairs; came back upstairs then cooked an egg.
Finished it with some bread, made some tea and sat down to watch TV.
Now that I was completely relaxed, I walked to the pile of paper I had sorted out and would have just as well thrown it in the trash if it didn't have all the invoices of things I have bought.
And finally!
There it was!
I had chosen quite a careless place to keep the letter from the immigration office.
What an amazing way it was to find it!
It has been a wonderful to be in Mauritius the last eight months, despite the ups and downs, the intense situations and the culture shock.
I look forward to my journey to India with hopes of making a better life when I come back with a lot more zest.
Tomorrow being the day I am leaving for India on a vacation, it has been quite tense and restless.
Although I woke up in a not so spirited mood, I got around to enjoying the day soon enough.
I am living at the place of Aunty. She is the only one in Mauritius who actually cares about what's happening to me.
I am really grateful to live a life in the house she has allowed me to stay in. And I am more than grateful that I get to spend some time with her family.
I took my bicycle out for a small ride.
I went to the food court where all sorts of Indian food are sold. And where all the food sold are affordable by the poor.
I paid a visit to the market. The Sunday market for clothes.
The most wonderful thing about the clothes market here is that there are so many beautiful almost designer-like clothes sold.
After the wandering, came back home and began feeling like nothing.
That's when I remembered that I had so much packing to do, got so busy with it and didn't realize how my afternoon went ticking away.
I was searching for the letter from the Immigration office that would let me go to India and come back.
I looked pretty much everywhere, sorted all the things in the house as a result, still couldn't find it.
That's when I started reading the book by Osho I had been reading for a while, "Vedanta, the art of dying".
There was something really interesting that I read in the book, about how one needs to keep putting in effort, leave no stone unturned, so that the unconscious mind can come up with a solution for the problem one is looking for; that only when the conscious mind is completely exhausted with finding the solution for a problem, will the unconscious mind kick in.
As much as this theory sounded relevant, I decided to put it into action.
I continued sorting through all the stuff in the house, collecting all the things I wanted to carry to India.
I was so exhausted, I went to say hi to Aunty downstairs; came back upstairs then cooked an egg.
Finished it with some bread, made some tea and sat down to watch TV.
Now that I was completely relaxed, I walked to the pile of paper I had sorted out and would have just as well thrown it in the trash if it didn't have all the invoices of things I have bought.
And finally!
There it was!
I had chosen quite a careless place to keep the letter from the immigration office.
What an amazing way it was to find it!
It has been a wonderful to be in Mauritius the last eight months, despite the ups and downs, the intense situations and the culture shock.
I look forward to my journey to India with hopes of making a better life when I come back with a lot more zest.
