My early morning walk from the Wayanad Gate Hotel eventually took me into the village where the tea stall was already in business serving the waiting bus passengers, and just behind those small roadside shacks a narrow lane led me past a house where this boy and his sister were playing outside. As I greeted them, their mother came out to see who it was, and she smiled when I asked to take their photo.
Looking at them from this distance I can’t help but reflect on how both small and large our world can be. This family seem to be cocooned in this quiet corner of their village from where they, perhaps rarely, get the opportunity to visit other places.
On the other hand, most of us think nothing of visiting different places at home and abroad and we are very fortunate to be able to do so, yet in my life time it has only been in the last 20 years or so that I have been able to travel more widely.
It would be good to think that these children will discover about the world in the same way that I did, through school and work, and through TV, magazines and books, and then, when they are able, to travel themselves.