XXXIV
When I return from |India
Life in England seems predictable and dull
In India, pandemonium and chaos often reign
With an occasional and temporary lull.
There's always a frisson of uncertainty -
Will we have a power cut today?
Will the lights suddenly dim and flicker
And then comletely fade away?
Then there's the problem of water
That we live with throughout the year.
A waterless house full of people
Is an ever-present fear.
All these little uncertainties
Keep us in India on our toes
The euphoria of plenty of water
No complacent Western housewife knows.
Western worries are more complex
What could happen in the world - and might.
In India our problems are more basic:
Will we have any water and light?
On my regular and frequent visits to Bombay I stayed in our old family home.
Wadia House, Colaba had plenty of character, but cronic water shortage.
2.2.1995
