The Colonel says - go fast at first, then slow, then fast -
Before seven o'clock it's still cool - the sky is a pale bluish white - mist films the surface of shallow ponds, choked with water hyacinth -
We pass by a school with three classrooms - in one classroom, through windows without glass, I see small boys with jaunty white kufis - they are laughing and gossiping - in the smallest classroom, older boys are silent, listening to the imam -
I gaze through wrought iron gates at a Gulf house - the boastful structure has many balconies -
A grave oldster races past on a Royal Enfield Bullet -
Ken directs my attention to a coconut grove - there, above the dark palms, is the young sun - I stand upon the warm earth, watching the dark palms showered with light -
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