Friday 26 April 2013

Some things are good

When a beautiful girl goes to work in India what happens at home?

I'll tell you, her mother's thoughts go with her; calmly smoothing anxiety away so the space can be filled with pride and, occasionally, the last remembered view the day she left in her car.  Waking every morning, wondering a parent's care.

Until, news flits through space and time - all reassurance.  News that food and drink is brought to her desk by servants, on the hour, every hour; that she has a car and driver who takes and waits; that she feasted on the roof terrace of a six star hotel restaurant under a starry sky accompanied by Indian music and fabulous food;  that every evening she dines on a three course meal. That the work is progressing well. And that she loves the beautiful crazy place she's in. Of course she does, she knows how to look.

And then the photographs start to arrive.  Clever girl to tell her mamma about the food, eh?


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