36 Years Ago

36 Years Ago, Vienna 1971—A Student Journal

Day 037: Anjali leaves for home


Vienna 1971—A Student Journal
A year of music, study, travel, sightseeing & friends.

Day 37 — Anjali leaves for home
08-September-1971 (Wed.)



Today is the day Anjali leaves. We spent the morning together, talked and went for a walk, and then went to the train station.

We said our goodbyes.

From all that I have written so far, it’s not a surprise that I will really miss her a lot. I thought of my song. There was something a little special about her that made it a fact that I would miss her.

She was very cute; had a really good figure (especially in the dress that she never wore), was very intelligent, was very pleasant and enjoyable to be with, enjoyed music, played [folk guitar] and sang, was a master psychologist, had cute mannerisms—“chappee,” “methinks,” “therefore,” and a lot of other nice things.

She grew up quite a bit in the time we knew each other, and changed from a young girl to a young woman. She learned (I hope) how to enjoy herself (with male company) and we “communicated” especially well. She’ll really do well in life and probably marry an ambassador.

We thought that, possibly, we could meet in Paris (where she studied), if I decided to go there and study next summer. Realistically, we’ll probably never see each other again. We’ll keep in touch by writing.

We’ll have to see how things work out—I hope we will see each other again.



Well, it’s official. I’ve fallen for Anjali. I think this was my “first love.”

Today’s the day Anjali leaves for home (Paris). The transcript says it all, I don’t have to elaborate—can you tell that I’ll miss her?

I’m certain that I didn’t quite understand my feelings those many years ago. That’s what growing up is all about, I guess.

I am very happy that I met Anjali and became close to her. See, even these many years later, she brings a smile to my face.

If you’re young (or old), cherish these same special moments with your family, friends, and special people in your life.

Take care.


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