It’s been just over a year now. Since I left India.
Sometimes I wonder how I got here.
How did I manage to leave India?
I had always said that someone would have to drag me away kicking and screaming. But it didn’t quite happen that way.
Then I remember. It was on a Qatar Airways flight and I was with my friend R. I was so relieved when I found out we would be on the same flight. This made the departure so much easier for me. It was just the departure that was hard, the physical removal, la déchirure. Once we were airborne it was OK and I could breathe. I had managed to leave India.
On to new adventures.
And life is not so bad. I survived.
But I’ll be back. India is calling me.
So don’t abandon this blog because when I go back to India I’ll be sharing the colours, sights and sounds I see, hear and experience again.
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