Mahabalipuram, the ninety-seventh day

Lita, Chris and Sally, the Australians from Puri, arrived here and I'm in the same situation as often in Paris. The longtime friends are calling for an intimacy that I began to share with others. One side is automatically disappointed when they are not both at once. I like to count for my friends, and, as nothing is free, I try to give the same feeling in return. Is it me who gives people the feeling of counting for me more than they actually do, or them who expect more than I can really give, deceiving themselves by thinking a moment they received more? I will try to Goa to keep my distance enough to avoid falling into the same dilemma.
 

What a bore!
I've never met anyone who was enough in itself, which brought me everything I needed in others. Should we give up some pleasures to give exclusivity to the one who brings the most? Already difficult in love and how much more in friendship! If I said that we must learn to be content with what one has, I think I am; I have a lot. That the others could be happy with me is another thing less obvious. Is this not precisely the idea of ​​keeping the distance, do not worry about what others expect of you? One says: "I was looking for you!" when in fact we only sought a pretext to escape some other people. We are happy to find those who allow us to leave the "boring ones" that politeness and good manners forbade us to leave for no reason, but very soon we are taken prisoner by the new ones, so we get back to the firsts!