Those were the words written in their diary exercise books during our vacation at Mondarmani Beach, a barely developed stretch of coastland along the Bay of Bengal.
It was four days of beauty, four days of children at peace. Years ago I wrote a poem about being on a beach with “Children playing in the gently lapping waves of the shallow ocean shore…” And, “Holy cows walk beside us as though time were forever.”
For me, this time with the girls was a time of peace, a dream fulfilled, an image from the past played out in the present. I am living life to its fullest.
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