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The End, Delhi…

Editorial apologies for the spacing problems in this post.  I am in the middle of Silicon Valley with spotty cell phone service and weak 3G coverage on my iPad.  I can’t stay connected long enough to fix the layout.  Gotta say, India does a better job of keeping me connected!  
Lala’s Goodbye to India posting on her Facebook page says it all:
“So india… I won’t lie, I hated you when I moved here but after 4 years I’ve learned to love you.  You’re definitely not an easy place to line in, but you have taught me so much about the world.  For a country with a lot of problems I think it’s amazing that there is even more hope here.  India you have taught me to never give up.  You’re an amazing country and I will miss you.  Thank you for making me a better person.  Thank you for teaching me about hope.  So when I leave tonight, i’ll miss you.  goodbye.”
And from me, a poem that resonates when endings feel so complicated:
Evening Solace

The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;­
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame’s or Wealth’s illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.

But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart’s best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.

And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back­a faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others’ sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie !

And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress­
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.

Charlotte Brontë
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Photos from our final days in Delhi:

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And now, a summer HOME!  Happiness.

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5 thoughts on “The End, Delhi…”

  1. A big sigh for you…..
    On to your next adventure! A wonderful life for all of you!
    Can’t wait to see you all.
    Hugs galore,
    Diane

  2. Thank you, Vishnu. My students made all the difference for me in Delhi. Go on and be good at all that you do. And keep in touch.

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