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.”
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!!)
“If we were to just accept we’re not so different from each other, we wouldn’t feel so alone.”
~ Nicole Williams, Lost & Found