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A thing of beauty is a joy forever!

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!”

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.

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