I stand in the Indian train station, alone for a moment while being jostled by the crowds of people all intent on being somewhere else at that very same moment. Now I am surrounded by bags and cases. It is my job to gather and guard them while Frances’s job is to buy the tickets and gather information.
“Nothing here has changed. It’s calm. It’s a totally different world. You forget about what’s happening in the outside world—the big city.”
This is sort of true. And it’s sort of not true.
It is true that things are pretty calm here in Claremont. This is a quiet town, in general. It’s not a sleepy town, with nothing going on, as in years past, but it is a quiet town, relatively speaking.