Friday, February 3, 2012


Three months on and I still find myself thinking/dreaming/missing every aspect of India. I’m in this constant state of drifting into lengthy daydreams about what my kids might be doing and if they are enjoying their time with their new teacher as much as they did with me, what the proud new owner of my very slept-in bed is like, if the locals remember me eating at their restaurants, buying their cigarettes, wandering their streets, drinking their tea and buying an excessive amount of Bounty bars and blocks of Cadbury.

I suppose this is a fairly intimate thing to be sharing, but these letters mean so much to me and what’s a blog for if you can’t share what makes you happy, right?

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