July 30th, 1990
A year ago, today, I met David in the market in Delhi, completely out of the blue. A week before that chance meeting, I left a note with my name and address in the jacket pocket of the best-looking passenger ever. I could never have imagined that a year later I’d be counting the hours (26 ½!) ‘til I see him again.
Felt really sad saying bye to mum and dad as they boarded the train this morning and part of me still felt like I should be going with them but they both made their wishes clear, so now I can go to LA, where I’ll have a shoulder to cry on.