Manjula goes blogging...

but I have been feeling generally blogless this week and this is the only thing that’s popped into my head. So, I think I will go for it…something written in the early 1990s :)

Let me give you some background: I was on Great Nicobar Island. It had taken almost all day to get across the island to this beach known for its high density of nesting leatherbacks. So, of course, I had to check it out right away. By the time I had surveyed the beach to my satisfaction, it was dark and drizzling and I was tired and wet and covered with sand. I was so much looking forward to a bath and bed. The bath consisted of a mug and bucket procedure in a little clearing surrounded by dark trees, an open sky, sounds of the night, and flickering insects - very peaceful! Bed meant laying down a plastic sheet, putting up a mosquito net, using a backpack as a pillow and falling swiftly asleep. But both bath and bed were still a-long-walk-through-the-forest away. As I trudged along, here is the “haiku” I put together (don’t cringe Matthew!):

Long dark night, weary feet
Light!…….Home?!
Only a firefly…