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| My uncle in Delhi reading his prayer book |
I returned to Delhi by base to recharge my batteries and also picked up some post from England. I was so happy to have some letters to read and to know that there were friends back home who remembered me and thought of me and wrote a letter or two. I was missing everybody I left behind.
In Delhi I started to get use to the cockroaches in the kitchen, and the household mouse who always appeared to snip at my ear when I wanted to have my siesta on the floor ? I got used to eating with my food, extra bits of vitamins which came in the form of ants invading the kitchen every day. There was no time to get bored in my surroundings in Delhi, the music was still there all over the neighbourhood. There was no place I could escape to, to be alone. In my spare time, which I had plenty, I would watch the people around me, especially my elderly uncle who spent most of his time mediating, praying , sun bathing on his bed in the court yard or he would do some useful task such as sewing up old sacks; nothing was wasted in Indian homes or on the streets of India.
My next journey by train to the state of West Bengal was accompanied by my cousin's wife. I was not allowed to travel alone!!
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