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The author and a friend standing outside on a sunny day
At Hauz Khas Fort in Delhi, the first couple of weeks after moving to India. Nidhi is still is a close friend.

Why? That is the question so many people asked – not just friends and colleagues, but Indians too. They were all baffled. Why would someone with a home, business and family leave everything behind to move to India?

To be quite honest, I didn’t understand it myself. I had been very curious about the subcontinent since my 20s, reading everything I could get my hands on. I dreamt about visiting India for decades but was 52 when my feet first touched Indian soil. And that was it.

The sense of being where I was meant to be was overwhelming. I have often said Mother India wrapped her great arms around me and wouldn’t let me go. It felt as though I was not in control, that an unknown force, or karma, had taken over.

Front verandah view of my first apartment in Delhi
My first apartment in Delhi which was across the street from a big park. Every morning I was woken up by laughing yoga.

That first trip lasted 3 weeks and I returned to Canada. Inside I was overjoyed, brimming with every emotion possible. As elated as I was, I begun to experience extreme difficulty concentrating on my life and obligations in Canada. My real estate business, which had been thriving, tanked. I was in a serious personal relationship and that also fell apart. It felt like I was walking around in a fog.

The pull to be in India was so strong, I returned 6 times in 18 months. My trips to India became fraught with extreme emotions – joy to be there coupled with devastation knowing I would have to leave. Eventually it dawned on me I should move. There was nothing courageous about it, there were no deliberations. I felt the decision had been there the whole time, waiting for me to find of it.

The author and a guide standing outside with the Indian mountains in the back drop.
The second trip to India, spent in the Himalayas. With one of the guides, Vinayak.

Back in Canada I wound down my business, sold or donated everything I had spent 30 years accumulating, got on a plane and moved into an apartment in west Delhi. It’s something I have never regretted or second guessed.

I’ve never understood what happened to me, the sweeping call to be in India, but I believe in fate and a higher power. Sometimes you have to accept the unknown as the answer, and trust everything will turn out as it’s meant.

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