Passage to India

The Disappointment

It gets worse. It always does. The group boarded the plane for India yesterday. As they settled in, I got a call. There was a ticket purchased for me. The seat was empty. I could have gone. That's right, I missed a flight to India because I didn't know I had a seat on the aeroplane.

Imagine what horrors now haunt my waking and sleeping hours. Torment and empty longing. I'd already gotten my Visa. If I'd known, it would have been a matter of throwing some things into a bag.

Postcards from Nowhere. How apropos. That is all I have and where I am. Here/Not Here.

I have a friend there now who said we would meet up when I came. She writes me of her villa on a southern mountain where she listens to the monkeys chatter with a new, young. . . companion. Disappointed, she writes upon hearing I would not be coming. "Still sad about the news. . . but she (India) will wait for us."

I am travel cursed. Last year's trip to Japan fell through because no ticket could be purchased in time, now this. Both at no cost to me or anyone in my family. You see! You see!

Don't say anything. Don't speak. I'll not be succored.