The husband had worked there many years ago and the friendships from that time have lasted. Here we are visiting again and this time bringing the daughter (her first visit to South India).So many times have we taken her to the splendours of Rajasthan, residing and dining in that glorious land of forts and palaces so that she thought she was still living in her picture book stories of childhood.
Kerala is so much more soft and lush; the backwaters behind the Arabian Sea acting as a soft shoe shuffle to the trading life of the towns and the smaller fishing communities with their ancient Chinese nets dipping in their cantilevered fashion of simple weights of large boulders.
Here we sit in “The Drawing Room” with our friend, owner, British MBA trained; as such , modern India.We are at the point of the evening where we are going into later evening chat. We are all lovers of certain music and so the beats of Marley add resonance to our chat. We mix anecdotes of past amusing/traumatic events and draw shared understandings. We proffer spiritual generalities, but the feelings stirred cause us to open our boundaries a bit more and understand we are meeting new and real friends.
