In cool white linen, we caught a ride over to Philipkutty’s farm with a kind man headed that way in his boat. Umbrellas were a civilized way to shield from the sun. We were on our way to visit with Anu and her mother-in-law Aniamma, to learn some of her mouth-watering dishes. We learned about so much more than curry… We learned about their family, life and spice-island agriculture. I held a bright red-cased nutmeg in my hand and realized that it was fresh mace, which turns to orange when dry.
India gives a sense of adventure, whether traveling the backwaters of Kerala, or walking though villages in Rajasthan or the spice markets of Old Delhi. Every step is new and fascinating and makes one happy to be alive.
It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing
speaking out loud in the clear air