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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