The last time Dad was in India was 1990. Moy Moy was eight months old at the time, Anand had just started school and Cathleen was only four. Dad was on a Fulbright fellowship and he was mostly touring in the South with his group. He came and stayed with us for two weeks at the tail end of the program and made friends with people herein Dehradun who still remember him today, 18 years later.

Lucy came only once, in 92 (I think!). Ever since, she has been longing to return. I still cannot believe she has pulled this off.She says she just “put it out to the universe” and somehow it all came together. Cut from the same cloth, we are.

I go to Delhi tomorrow to receive them at the airport. All month I have been getting the house ready for their arrival (actually, Dad will stay with us; Lucy and the boys in the guest house a three minute walk away). Cathleen and I designed the sleeping space above for Dad. Poor Ravi lost his study in the process, but all in a good cause!

Later: pictures of Lucy’s little nest.