Life or death!!!

Have you ever come across the situation where you have to choose one… Life or death.... Just wondering what the situation would look like… A lot depends on what’s on your mind… may be actually its not about life or death… Mind plays so hard some times, I wonder is every thing actually real or it’s just created by mind… Some time you find yourself in déjà vu… Even dream seems so real, you actually feel the touch… so the question is, every thing we touch, every thing we feel are they real or just imagination!!!

Am I still...?

Hi from NYC... It is so chilly and raining here, and I am missing the weather in Voinjama. AS you may know, I am a creature for hot weather, not cold one....

I realized in NY that I have become much better on spending time alone since I started mission life. When I was still in Tokyo and never went out (loooooong time ago that is), I hated to travel alone, hated to dine alone, etc etc. Now it is no problem.
This may be a benefit of Voinjama life... I may have become stronger...although I was not strong enough to live in our house alone for 1 month while you two were away.

And we will miss......

Until we meet again, we will miss dinners together, we will miss laughs together, we will miss a lot of things we did as friends and in a same house. I wonder some time how innocently we lived together, don’t know how others perceived it. But it is an experience worth cherishing for the rest of the life.

Last night on dinner, as we use to say three different wishes in three different languages before starting dinner, we could only do two and the thought that we have no body to say the third one, left us sad.......

As Naho said she is tearful, yes indeed it is tearful to depart but the time is such a big healer. You would see the moment you touch down in Tokyo the sadness will gradually start to wear off and you would only left with good memories. As it happens to me all the time I go back to Home for leave.

The last mud spot (at least for a while)

So now I am out of the mud.... How do you think it feels?
Well, I am completely torn apart and feel almost schizophrenic!
I am looking forward to going back to the family and friends, to the "normal" life, yes of course.
On the other hand, I already miss the life with adventures and challenges, the people who can share values and experiences...

On the way to Monrovia, we sort of got stuck in the mud for the last time (to be precise, was blocked by a truck that was stuck), and I thought, my god, it will not happen to me anymore...and felt almost teary!

OK, I will not miss being stuck itself, but all the memories associated with it. We had so much fun and was great supporting each other. I really really appreciated it.
Yasir is right, we'll defenitely meet again though we cannot share every day life like we have been doing for a while... (I am getting again tearful...).
Good thing is that we can accumulate individual experiences until we meet again, and share them when we meet. It is like to have several other yourself, don't you think? :).

So, please make the most of the time you spend here or whereever, until we meet again!

One less stuck in the mud

Well, finally the time has come when the gang has to split. It was fun and had a great time living through the time we had together. From the beginning, to watching movies and 24 together to start sharing the house the fun never stopped and now I have treasure of excellent memories. Well having shared and cherished, we always had this separation at back of our mind. Coz every second day we had talked about going some where better to join family and friends.

I am not saying good bye coz you say good bye when chances are you will not meet again. In UNHCR it’s a very popular phrase, that we don’t say good bye, we say until we meet again. I wish best to Naho for her new job and hope that she will have great time.

My last word would to keep in touch and keep this blog alive. We would surely miss your presence here..................................

So until we meet again......... stay live and kicking