Sitting on the beach, looking out into the sea (the Arabian Sea), the waves and the fishing boats in the distance and of course the setting sun is one of pleasures of life. Whenever I see those boats and trawlers in the distance, the line ‘ships that pass in the night’ keeps coming to mind. I had forgotten the other lines, when I found them they brought memories of those who had been ‘ ships that pass in the night’ in our lives.
‘Ships that pass in the night,
and speak each other in passing,
only a signal shown,
and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.’
A few years ago we had been to Pushkar in Rajasthan. We had traveled from Chittor to Ajmer and then to Pushkar, we had planned on reaching Pushkar early in the evening but it was already dark and when we reached the bus stand there was no current. We did not know what to, a new place, completely dark and very few people about. A family who had been with us on the bus invited us to come with them to the choultry where they were staying. We accepted gratefully and went with them. They next day we went out to breakfast together and then went on our own, exploring the whole place. We left that evening and have never met that family again.
Then those co-passengers in the tram in Sofia. We had purchased tickets but did not know that we had to punch them in punching machine fixed on the sides. The inspector came and kept telling us that we had to pay a fine. She did not know English and we did not know their language. We kept saying that we had just purchased the tickets but she refused to listen to us. We were ready to pay the fine when a gentleman and a lady came to our rescue and made the inspector listen to them. We could thank the lady but the man got down the next stop before we could thank him.