4 1 23-03-2017
  1. A week later we headed to the lake near chennai.... Sitting under a few thorny bushes with the warm sand beneath us and our modest yet delicious lunch spread out in front of us, an engaging conversation unfolded as the waters of the lake lapped up against the banks in the mid-afternoon breeze. His name is Rajavel. A fisherman by occupation, he writes poetry on the side. It did not stop with just writing them. He composes his own songs from them. He showed us some of his favourite lines he had painted on the boat. It dealt with the idea of God, of destiny and of an invisible force beyond our control that flowed through the universe.