We promise we will send the pictures to this address, and we already feel like old friends. We say good-bye in the same manner as visiting relatives do. I am thrilled. We have been inside a house. In an Indian home!
We should really return in the future. I have always been attracted by the character of a lonely female writer wandering in exotic countries. “Life on the Kerala Lagoons” could well be the title of my book one day. It would be so wonderful to really get to know these people!
A warm, humid breeze is gently blowing. The sun is burning with a flaming glow as it slowly fades behind the edge of the clouds, casting its rays of life on others over the horizon.
What a great game life is!
What a gift!
Now, only the relaxing murmur of the water and the wind’s soft rustle are whisper
