I was in Kanyakumari for three days. Every morning, I walked down to the beach to read. And every day, I would see these men playing Kabbadi. They played with such competitive spirit. It was a sight to behold.

Children want to smile. They are carefree, yes. They are energetic, yes. But at their core, it is because they wish only for genuine delight that they are able to live such wondrous lives.

There is no feeling like the momentary suspension of reality which occurs when you drift through early-morning fog as it evaporates off the surface of a calm river.

I’ve never been so overwhelmed by natural beauty as when I visited the hill station Munnar in Kerala.