I love Canada. I miss the heat of India, the food, the houselizards on the walls,
the musicals on the silver screen, the cowswandering the streets, the crows
cawing, even the talk ofcricket matches, but I love Canada. It is a great country
muchtoo cold for good sense, inhabited by compassionate, intelligentpeople
with bad hairdos. Anyway, I have nothing to go hometo in Pondicherry.
Richard Parker has stayed with me. I’ve never forgotten him.
Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in mydreams. They are
nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged withlove. Such is the strangeness
of the human heart. I still cannotunderstand how he could abandon me so
unceremoniously,without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once.
That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.shlf1314
The doctors and nurses at the hospital in Mexico wereincredibly kind to me. And
the patients, too. Victims of canceror car accidents, once they heard my story, they
hobbled andwheeled over to see me, they and their families, though noneof them
spoke English and I spoke no Spanish. They smiled atme, shook my hand, patted
me on the head, left gifts of foodand clothing on my bed. They moved
me to uncontrollable fitsof laughing and crying.shlf1314
“I hear the motor, my dear,” Mrs. Langwell interrupted. “You’d better hurry.”
13 “He’s early this morning, but probably he has something to do before schedule.”
The girl hastened with her own preparations so that when the young man
appeared at the door she was properly helmeted and all ready to take the air.
“Top of the morning to you,” Phil called cheerily. “Your esteemed passenger wants
to make an early start, so the boys will have Nike warmed up for you and
you can start as soon as you get to the field.”shlf1314
“It’s mighty good of you to come and fetch me,” Roberta smiled at the president’s
son, who had not so many weeks before gone through a series of exciting,
dangerous air-adventures with her. But those things shlf1314