two locals wade through a small vallom across the vast Punnamada lake; a part of daily life, everyday on the waves of the river.
as the lady cuts fish for dinner, a cat awaits, for her share of morsel; a fin or tail, perhaps.
a little 'vallom' wades through a narrow canal, bunds on the sides, hemmed by coconut trees, and offering utter serenity.
people ply on the 'valloms' to move around a town with only waterways. For tourists; it's amusing, but for them, this is life. Normalcy.
the old man lends me his sudden smile and a look of amusement. fancy that, stranger!