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June 10, 2005
Terin Miller, AIS 1970-72, Class of '77, terintashi@aol.com
I am very sorry to say I won't be able to make it to the reunion this year.
I wanted very much to reconnect with people I hadn't seen in so many years, and to see how the world had treated them since.
I also wanted very much to spend time with others who, like me, grew up part of their lives - during "formative years" - in India, and shared some similar typical Delhi experiences like:
- Swimming at the old Embassy pool with coach (Stromer?)
- Tossing things around in the art room (broke my front right tooth when I caught a "time bomb" on a bad bounce off an art table).
- Watching the Pepperling production of "Butterflies Are Free" after a huge fight in the car with my brother
- Seeing malis and chaprasis and hearing the chowkidars call at night
- Hearing the cries of "moompulli, moompulli, MOOMPULLI and chai, chai, chai, CHAIIIII" on the trains
- Maybe driving to the milk bar on the road out of Delhi and having a picnic lunch under the vultures' tree
- Having a real "box lunch" from a hotel to take to school on first arrival
- Hearing "Guava Jamn" play "Happy Birthday," Beatles style during the Mela
- Hearing William Sperry deliver his speech on why we had to attend class when the country was a war zone
- Visiting the infirmary for everything from a sore throat to needing to soak an ankle
- Sitting out by the rocks, hoping the kites didn't steal your lunch from out of your hands, getting a frozen ice bar and being careful to see what was in it
- Soccer practice with Wicklander running behind you, his long red beard flapping in the wind you were making as he whipped his whistle over his head in a circle to make you run harder
- Eating those cubed lamb kababs in M market, and realizing that kite flying and bottle rocket launching from the barsati rooftop area ended for a few scary months in 1971.
- Having Christmas in Darjeeling with my friend Paul Bollenbach.
- Other friends whose names I recall are listed elsewhere on the Website.
Just know that I have missed you all, often, and for a very long time; I have never forgotten the friends I had then and there, and I hope some day we'll all see each other again, soon.
Until then, here's a brief shot of how I looked roughly on arrival in New Delhi in 1970...
Allbest,
Terin Miller
Dow Jones Newswires/Global Desk
(AIS 1970-72, Class of '77)
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