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INDIA
. . .Bangalore . .In
the Bombay Post Office I run into Greg, trying to explain why I left the
day before they came. They were worried but forgive me, though I feel a
distance between Anne and I. I had withdrawn money in a New Delhi bank for
our travel costs but we decided to stay on the shoestring. Here we are sleeping
in the Bangalore Railway Station, waiting for an early morning train. I
write a postcard from here to my mother, saying: ". . .the desire for
physical comfort, security, seem trivial.."...."I sense Greg's
solid courage and Anne's compassion".."I don't need to understand,
simply to be part of the experience of living is enough"..."I'm
just fine, never have felt happier."
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