Answer to the Post- Exactly Between Zero and One.

In the post linked here https://travellingwiththyself.design/2019/02/11/exactly-between-zero-and-one/ I had asked a question-What comes exactly between zero and one?

Have you thought of the answer? It’s very simple.

In arithmetic, the number line starts from zero extends towards the negative integers and as well as towards the positive integers.

The answer to the question is 0.01 to 0.99.

Hope you have liked my answer.



Football – FC Nantes beat Toulouse FC by 2-0 in the French Cup.

FC Nantes beat Toulouse FC by 2-0 in round of 16 in Coupe de France i.e. French Cup, which was held at Stade de la Beaujoire-Louis Fonteneau, Nantes, France.

FC Nantes proceeds to the quarter final of Coupe De France.

Congrats and celebrations to FC Nantes.




I used to have a friend who was a seafarer. Every vacation his family would go seafaring in a cruise ship to different countries.

As a result of continuous seafaring he would join the school late by atleast a month or sometimes even more.

This used to happen every single year and nobody took any note of the fact that he would join school late after the summer vacations, as it was well known around the school that he and his family was away seafaring to various countries.

Then my school got changed and there too I had a friend who would go seafaring to exotic locations as his hometown was a completely different location. It was most probably in Greece, so by default he had to do a lot of seafaring.

After I grew up, I came to know of a person, who used to be an excellent seafarer. He had a huge estate by the sea in England and as his home was by the sea .He was used to live by the sea, that sea faring became his hobby, his passion and his past time. His skills at sea was marvellous and one thing about any seafarer is that they know how to tie knots and save lives at sea. They are courageous, bold and extremely well trained and most importantly, they are self-trained.

Being a seafarer isn’t as easy as it seems. It’s a hard work and journey sometimes needs to be done alone with the faith being completely on one’s own self.



A Rockstar in Heaven.

Many of my friends are there in heaven. Whether you believe it or not its completely upto you. They are workers of multiple dimensions and few of them were famous too.

My maternal grandfather who was a friend, a guide, a dove, a light being and a human in humanity had passed away on the night of 20th January 1995. I will never ever forget that night for the rest of my life.  The whole atmosphere was sad and it felt as if we were hanging in a space which had no hooks to hold on to and no base to stand on.

Few years later one night I could distinctly hear someone playing guitar in metallic style in my dream and when I tried to find out more about it, what do I see? It’s my maternal grandfather who was playing the song and when Ma bought me a Ps2 Guitar band set, I started singing the song “Gasoline” and I could distinctly see that my maternal grandfather was jamming with that song.

A rockstar isn’t a person who wears a headband, a few pieces of fashion jewellery, pierces his tongue and does odd things. Rockstar is a person who has that aura to become a High one. It takes something which is very very very seldom given by God to anyone. The main criteria to achieve that gift from God is to have self, heart and courage. A trio of these is virtually absent from beings on these planets. They only try to be. But you have to be to try.

SO, dearest grandpa, the stage is all yours,

Your loving daughter, son –in-law and grandson.

N.B.- The moment my grandmother joined him up there, his quality of jamming and music is billion times better.



Red Ribbon and Kashmiri Pulao.

My maternal grandmother used to have a red ribbon when she was a little girl of eight. Her darling father had bought her a set of four red ribbons.

One afternoon, when her mother had dozed off, she tied her hair with a red ribbon and went off as the red riding hood with her pets which included three dogs, three goats and eight chickens following her.

When my maternal great grandmother got up from her sleep, she was extremely terrified finding her daughter missing and the pets too were gone. She called out to her daughter at every nook and corner of her house, but there wasn’t a single answer from anywhere.

Soon, she and her other children went out in her search and what did they find out?

That my dearest and maternal grandmother had gone to her father’s work place, which was a huge estate (he was the chief manager there) and there she and her father were playing Red riding hood. Her father was playing the role of a village chieftain and she was the heroine aka the red riding hood.

As soon as he saw his wife and his other children standing in front of him, he exploded out laughing.

He said-“See my daughter is the red riding hood and all of you are no good”.

As a result of this, both of them – my grandmother and her father were served only bread and milk for breakfast, lunch and dinner for two consecutive days and on the third day morning when my grandmother woke up, she found that very beautiful aroma of delicious food had filled the entire house. She rushed into the kitchen and hugged her mother from behind and asked her-“Ma, what are you preparing?”

Her mother-“All of your favourite dishes, including boneless mutton curry, Kashmiri pulao and khejurer (dates) chutney.”

My maternal grandmother and her mother, both of them held on to each other for a minute or so.

Then a rare happening in the universe took place.My grandmother apologised to her mother-“Sorry, Ma,I won’t do it again.”

Seldom had it happened that such beautiful cooks (both of them were excellent and superb cooks) would stay calm without squabbling or bickering with each other.

That day after my maternal grandmother had finished her bath, my maternal great grandmother tied a red ribbon on her head and gave her a big kiss and after that she fed her daughter that beautiful lunch which she had prepared so lovingly for her daughter.

Those times have got over a long ago, but they still remain fresh and beautiful in memory and in life.