Britain, then and now
When I first arrived in the early 1970s, I wrote a couple of letters back to India - to my school friend Dolly. The letters never were posted. Dolly died while I was still at school with her, and her death changed me profoundly - but that is another story. I was writing to her as if she was still alive, because these were the things I would have said to her, and almost only to her. Her parents were sufficiently disengaged from her to ignore her mail, even if it was from England, so these would be private letters.
