As Paris burns herself in an ethnic strife, I remember the bourgeosie French revolution, relation of Indians with the French, and of course the heroic tales of the 'French underground' fighting the Nazi's during the second world war. I also remember how miserably I failed to learn French, as I overdid my cocky attempts to learn Russian ,German, Danish and Spanish at the same time! Lately I was paging through a collection of short stories (English translation) written by Maupassant. These timeless stories had interested me for quite some time; but I have to finish writing an abstract.
AAA(Mysore) would write critical comments on Maupassant.