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Memories are tricky, because at each age one views a flashback differently. At the very moment we experience any happening we feel it with passion, anger or joy. Years later we may not have these strong emotions only a recall of the emotions. We may look at the event with greater maturity, greater compassion. Cruelty imposed in school, by politics, family, sometimes by friends all have a little niche in our minds. But there are joyous, happy memories too.
Which ones pop up more? And when do they choose to patter into our minds? Memories usually visit me while I am hiking alone. I have witnessed a lot in my life, regrettably not all principled. Fortunately life itself has been good to me. A year ago Barbara lost her husband, Bill, and wanted to forget she was having a landmark birthday in December without him. I wanted to go to India. So I suggested that we get out of town together. We flew from city to city to see erotic Tantric Yogi carvings, sacred caves and hanging gardens.
We were moved by the view of the Taj Mahal. We stood on the site where Buddha gave his first lecture. We boated on the Ganges River where people bathe, worship and bury the ashes of their dead. Our frantic itinerary helped Barbara cope with her loss and me fulfill my hyper craving for travel.
Thus it was arranged that a driver bring us to Periyar Wildlife Sanctuary in Thekkady in Kerala, one of the 28 states of India, in the southern part of the country. We left from Madurai, an overcrowded city known for its old Hindu temples, many ornately carved and some painted garishly.
Our driver maneuvered in paved roads, and if there was gridlock, thought nothing of traversing the wrong side while blowing his horn so that cars coming in the opposite direction would know to drive in the gutter or, if there was one, on the sidewalk.