Last year in November we went to Kerala on a family vacation. The state has often been called ‘God’s Own Country’ by the industrious tourism industry, but after our trip I can’t say I dispute. It is one of the most beautiful, indeed perhaps the most beautiful place, I have ever been to. While enjoying a leisurely ride on a shikara in the gorgeous backwaters, certain lines kept playing over in my mind:
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,And live alone in the bee-loud glade.And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,And evening full of the linnet’s wings.I will arise and go now, for always night and dayI hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,I hear it in the deep heart’s core.