In The Times (UK), Janice Turner writes of how she loved India as a backpacker — but how she loves it more, returning with her pre-teen sons
I looked up from beneath my palm tree towards the empty sands, my younger son digging and the Arabian Sea beyond. I blinked. A cloud of flickering silver lights hovered along the shore. Insects? Sun spots? My ageing eyes? I stood up and then I saw. All along the pale Keralan sand, as far as I could see, thousands of mackerel were beaching, their sparkling bodies thrashing in the shallows.
My first thought was tsunami. I recalled baffled tourists in Thailand collecting fish marooned as the waters pulled back. But here on Mahari beach, the sea had not retreated. Indeed, every small wave brought in another multitude to add to those in death throes on the hot sand. My horrified son carried slithery handfuls to the water, but the tide just threw them back.
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The child is future.
So true. Turn to your children if you want to see the world in a new light. Namita
Children are the best things in the world due to their innocence and simplicity which is not marred by the realities of the world. Thus they help us in looking at things in a different perspective…