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Chapter one. The Beginning |
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return to Imphal, then to England |
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We returned by train up the Hill Section, which everyone in Silchar had been at pains to praise; but it was dust and ashes after the cool Barak. The carriage was a grim and dusty coop. The few Nagas along the line were thin and dingy. For all I know, my future bodyguards sold me oranges at Mahur; I cared for nothing, and slept, tired and liverish, all the way. By Christmas we were back in Imphal. Things would never be the same for me wherever I went. What Ukhrul had begun, the Barak had clinched. |
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In April I was at sea and bound for London, with no idea that I should ever see India again. |
