"I was up before the household, walked to the beach-shack and watched the monsoon sky begin to light up, the lone fisherman tugging at an airy line. Nothing stirred. Only the waves, palms and birds, god’s gentle chorus reminded me, of how much there was to be grateful for in my life. I go back with a trunkful of beach pebbles, bits of bark, sea washed trivia and memories to last a long while"


Salome Parikh, Bombay