A lantern hung on the branch of a tree, its pale glow just enough to find our way around. Our host rushed to light the fire, and details emerged from the darkness � the neatly whitewashed house, with a pretty garden around, a water pump, the kind I hadn�t seen in years, wickerwork chairs that reminded me of my grandparents� house, and a pair of care-takers, busy whipping up dinner for us. However, there was just one thing that Samhith noticed � the old fashioned charpoy (wooden bed) on the lawn! He needed no invitation to make himself comfortable, and declare that he loved the place! This was to be our last halt at Rishikesh before making our way back home, and I couldn�t have chosen a better place!
