May 28, 1964
(From Satprem to Sujata)
St-Pierre
This month of May is interminable, in-ter-mi-na-ble, it is surely elastic. If June is as long, I’ll tear the calendar to pieces. But I haven’t yet spoken to my mother about returning sooner than planned; I would like to know if Mother approves, it would give me more inner strength to convince my mother. In the meantime, I count the hours (they are also elastic, expandable and sticky; my watch was so weary of those rubber hours that it broke down for good). Is time shorter in India? It seems to have shortened Nehru’s life, at any rate – there must be great confusion over there; now all the mud will be free to spread out into the open?… Here the newspapers are full of Nehru’s death – one would think a god had disappeared….
S.
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