Once upon a time I went for a week’s holiday in the Continent with an Indian friend. We both enjoyed ourselves and we're sorry when the week was over, but on parting our behavior was absolutely different. He was plunged in despair. He felt that because the holiday was overall happiness was over until the world ended. He could not express his sorrow too much, but in me the Englishman came out strong. I could not see what there ways to make a fuss about. It wasn’t as if we were parting forever or dying. “Buck up”, I said, “do buck up”. He refused to buck up, and I left him plunged in gloom.
Q. Why was the Indian friend plunged in despair?