The Weekend Australian - Travel - - Travel & Indulgence -

‘LAST night I was in Talaiman­nar again. With the an­cient light­house cast­ing yel­low stripes across the wa­ter and the rock ris­ing steeply against the sky. The sea was calm and Adam’s Bridge was clearly vis­i­ble in the dusk. In my dream, Good tri­umphed over the de­mon Ra­vana and I saw once again the rut­ted lane that led, through a thicket of trees, to the old beloved place. Through the un­latched gate I went . . . with the scent of lo­tus flow­ers all around me. To­wards the lighted house I walked with steady gaze and saw again the rat­tan roof on which the rain had tat­tooed out a sweet, sad song of childhood mem­ory.’

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