Having left Miki in Dhaka on his way to China, as I sit here on the train to Delhi, I feel very much alone and sorry for myself. I am bitten all over, my right eye is swollen, I have a racking cough and a fever, why is it when I was travelling with someone I was fine? Now, I am far less than fine and feel like having a little weep into the slightly soiled sheets. To top it all off, there is no privacy in 2nd AC. Indian families, although very friendly and inclusive, are also very inquisitive – I have been plied with dubious ‘medicines’ which I felt obliged to take as they watched and sticky sweets which I had to reject (much to the pain of the lovely woman offering them.) Last night, I was kept awake not only by my copious ailments, but also by tinny Bollywood tunes being blasted from mobile phones and the old man sleeping next to me hawking and singing jai ram. The train is of course delayed by 3 hours and there is no reception for me to call Arti.
Yes that’s right everyone, woe is me! I expect your sympathy by post.