It's a while back now but I seem to remember that one of the most important things to me as I was exiting to was trace back what being a premie meant to me, what I had made of it.
I'm a hippy and still proud of it. When push came to shove it was a relief to discover Rawat was a faker. I was misled in my beliefs about Rawat but I had not sold out my hippy heart.
That birthday card to Prem reminded me of the ones that go round any group. Most of the time people are struggling to find anything to say and in this one where it is supposed to be to the love of your life, it is particularly painful to read the awkward messages isn't it.
