"Behind me the ridge fell steeply, a few hundred feet. I took a deep breath, step backwards and fell into the void. This was the end of a rich life, diverse, full of adventure. This was the end. There was a sudden tug and I was lifted upwards. My single sail above billowed, and I was soaring a thousand feet above Kamshet. Miniature cattle were ploughing the field. Village dolls were drawing water from the well. Toy cars were moving slowly on a silver thread, Like a Brahmany kite I surveyed the land and was astonished at my elation and equainimity so high above the earth, held aloft by a single 13 pound sail powered only by the wind currents sought by the birds."
Published in Sunday Mid-day
13 January 2002