Standing on the elevated viewpoint of the Dona Paula beach in Goa, surrounded by hundreds of tourists, I felt lonely. There are so many people, people and people, and yet not many whom we can hug and say, “I love you.” People jostled each other all around me. I was watching the solitary figure in the sea far below the elevated viewpoint. A boy (or a grown up man, I couldn’t be sure) was catching fish standing on a rock in the sea. He waited and waited. A long time passed. I waited and watched. For a fish to bite the bait. I had to leave the boy and the beach heeding the call of my duty; I am a fish that is inescapably hooked to a bait. The boy’s image continues to haunt my imagination. Aren’t most of us similar to that solitary figure, I wonder. There are people and people all around. Yet we are alone! I was one of the four teachers who took a group of students on a tour of Mumbai and Goa. Goa fascinated me with its laid back appearance. It appea
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