The other day while I was going through the “introduction” to Rudyard Kipling’s “The Phantom Rickshaw”, I recalled several personal experiences but, the one that ‘knocks’ me off an on is our visit to a beautiful village surrounded by a river which was called ‘Bharatha Puzha’ in those days. It was our first visit when our father was transferred to that village (he was a revenue inspector).
After alighting from a local train, we had to cross the river in a boat, violently shaken off and on by the waves which sprang from the Arabian Sea.
The man who was in charge of the boat would say, “don’t worry… nothing to fear” and our father would smile and say, “the are quite new to such a trip”.
Very soon, we got used to such trips while crossing the river frequently during summer holidays… “A thing of beauty is a joy for ever!”