I married Ranjit in 1957. We had our wedding in Munnar, in the High Range hills, in South India. Ranjit had got the job of a teaplanter so that I would live in a European style community. Teaplanting was not his thing at all. He was a book person. But the place was beautiful, the other people, European and Indian beloved friends, and our life full of fun. I owned race horses, and rode for hours over the tea estates. I raced on the flat in Madras. I wrote the Teaplanter’s daughter, a magic realist story, loosely based on my Munnar experience, after coming back to live in England twenty years later. The theme running through the book is time. The protagonist’s surname is Clockhouse. Her hair is like a dandelion clock. The story takes place in a single day. There are many other time references. The book got loads of reviews when it came out, and I waited for someone to notice the time theme. No one did!
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