To There and Back Again

Funny how glibly  I can say, “Oh, yes.  I’ll be away for a couple of weeks, but I’ll keep up with my posts.”

Good idea.

Best of intentions.

So hard to accomplish.

At least it is for me.  Especially when I am away on a work assignment.  As I was while I was in India writing a quick turn-around book.

Lots I could say about my dear friends there.  A project I was pleased to be doing.  My time at the Indian police department.

Oh, I didn’t tell you about that, did I?  It was my fault.  I know I have absolutely no sense of direction.  It’s a family curse.  But I badly needed a walk.  And I was only going to a clutch of shops a couple of blocks away–had Hyderabad been arranged in blocks.  I couldn’t possibly get lost–except that while  I was poking around the shops, for some reason, the way I had come got blocked off.  Still, all I had to do was go up a couple of lanes and cut back down.  Except that it didn’t work.  I was lost.  Without the address of the place where I was staying. Without knowing the language.  With the sun beginning to set.

Never mind the whole ordeal.  (Yes, I did pray. Passionately!) I finally did what I would have told my children to do.  I found the police department–not an easy task!  I thought they would have a directory of the city’s inhabitants.  But when I asked, the policemen looked at me as though I had lost my mind.  “In this city?” onr asked incredulously.  “There are 20 million people here!”

I declined a late lunch–three times.  And I Insisted I was not a missionary, just a writer.  They Googled me and when one of my novels about India came up, they decided I should write a mystery and have them as the heroes.

Well, I did make it back–thanks to Facebook and  a good friend in the next city with a listed contact number.  (Thank you, Vijay!  You are my real hero!!)

The End

“If we were to just accept we’re not so different from each other, we wouldn’t feel so alone.” 

~ Nicole Williams, Lost &  Found

About kaystrom

Kay Marshall Strom, who am I? Well, I’m a traveler, a railer against social injustice, a passionate citizen of the world. I’m a follower of Jesus Christ. I’m a 21st century abolitionist who speaks out against slavery of all kinds. I am a beach walker and a gardener and the off-key singer of songs. I’m a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend. Most people, though, know me as a writer and a speaker. So here is a bit more about that part of my life: Of my 43 published books, seventeen have been translated into foreign languages, and two have been optioned for movies. My writing credits include magazine articles, books for children, short stories, television scripts and two prize-winning screenplays. I love to write, and speak, about topics close to my heart. I speak at seminars, retreats, writer’s conferences, and special events throughout the country. And because I enjoy travel, I even speak on cruise ships. Because I don’t see how a writer can really reflect another people and land without spending time there, I’ve been trekking through India, China, Indonesia, Cambodia, Nepal, Sudan, Senegal, Morocco, Tunisia, and Egypt, Japan and South Korea, tape recorder and camera in hand, to gather stories from the world-wide family of God. Thanks to my “virtual friendship” with John Newton, 17th century slave ship captain turned preacher, I traveled through Ireland. In West Africa I toured an old slave fortress off the coast and saw a tiny set of baby manacles bolted to the wall. I was struck dumb. From that horror came a story question, and from that question, my foray into fiction: The Grace in Africa trilogy. Come join me as I travel and rail against injustice. Maybe you will choose to be a 21st century abolitionist too.
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8 Responses to To There and Back Again

  1. Jane Baker says:

    Holy cats! Glad you made it. I got lost in Ireland, but I spike the language, and it’s really not that big.

  2. B.J. Taylor says:

    Oh my….so happy you found your way “home.” Looking forward to Mount Hermon and seeing you!

  3. Jean Stewart says:

    Yes, pretty scary! I felt that way most of the time when we lived in Japan. I was young and naïve, had barely been away from home, much less a foreign country. But, not being brave, I didn’t venture out to anywhere I didn’t already know. So glad you got back and made new friends in the process, of course. Welcome home!

    • kaystrom says:

      How long were you in Japan, Jean? Did you learn any of the language?
      I don’t blame you for not venturing out anywhere new.
      I cannot tell you how happy I was to be back in the place I knew.
      Happy and humbled.
      And now it’s awfully nice to be home!

  4. Kim Shepherd says:

    It is funny how your short offering closes with the phrase of, “the end” when we know that this sampling is really the beginning of a much larger story with a great deal more depth and breadth. So many sights and sounds in India that were almost implied. This minute part of your trip must have had a great deal of emotional impact for it to become such a center piece. Being lost raises so many emotions and thought trains.
    Glad you were able to connect with someone and got back to your room. Hope the other writing project went well.

    • kaystrom says:

      Of course you are right, Kim. It was the exhausted end of a most frightening couple of hours. An experience I have not yet been able to get out of my mind. But it was most certainly only one slice of the story of the India trip. Other slices are wonderful, and frustrating, and exciting, and hopeful, and…so many things. And, yes, more will be coming–the good enhanced by the bad (that actually turned out to also be good, though I couldn’t see it at the time).
      Thanks for tuning in.

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