Invisible Paths
Ahhh Sunday!
Nice sleep, waking up to churchbells, sunshine, walk across the bridge to the office, to pick up
Dhruv to take him to the flat for breakfast. Got some fresh Zopf and Schoggigipfeli on the way back to have with our coffee and Müsli with Yoghurt, apple, and pommegranate.
Then we accompanied
Sabi to fulfill his right and duty as a Swiss citizen (i.e. vote on whether Switzerland should recognise the 10 "new" EU members, later this afternoon it came out that the Swiss voted yes! Phewwwww!), walked around town, and then back along the Aare in beautiful sunshine. And even stuck our feet in the ice-cold water!
this is to all VPERs...
I sent out a proposal about a nice little partnership to one of our NSG companies, according to what I had been discussing with my contact during a meeting and over the phone.
So when I call her up to check if she has more questions, she told me that this was really not what she had in mind when speaking to me. When I asked her what exactly she did have in mind, she replied: "Oh, that is a good question, but I do not know myself... but your proposal is such a good idea!"
Ah.
Rob,
Sabi, and
Zuzka LOVED the story.
Speaking of VPERs....
Dhruv is here! I picked him up from the airport yesterday, and tonight the MC office will rock in his honour!
autumn air...
...autumn light.
It is really the season now. Summer still tries to hold on with blue skies and warm days, but the light is what gives autumn away. The kind of light that has lost its golden shimmer, slowly turning blue. The rays travel for longer now, the sun is lower.
Mornings are crisp again, the valley with the river below the bridge is filled with white damp fresh soft mist. Light orange colours from the sun quietly reach millions of sparkling droplets of water on the grass, and until now the colour still manages to eat up the moisture to make believe a summer day.
And soon the leaves will change colour: red orange yellow brown, and we can collect chestnuts when we take a walk by the river. This is the charme of ever-changing seasons, constant rebirth of moods.
rickshaw views
quick view out of the rickshaw that took us back from the Taj Mahal to Jaypee Palace...

India and back again
Back from IC (definitely conceived, believed, achieved), I found myself back in our flat first in mountains of unwashed clothes, then washed clothes, with Sabi and me fighting for drying space. Sam is here, too, studying for his exams, so the only one missing in our little family is Zuzka, who has an exam back in Slovakia.
After settling in a bit, I went for a walk along the Aare, to calm down, and sat on a stone watching the rushing water with the eternal sound for a long time, finally without a thought in my head. The river had not changed much - only in a few places parts of the river bank bore marks of the floods from three weeks ago. And there is sand on the concrete path in some places where there wasn't any before. I walked home slowly, savouring dusk and the warm air, so fresh compared to Delhi.
Last night we had more heavy rain. It lulled me to sleep, deep sleep until well into the morning.