The Moving Finger Writes by G. B. Prabhat
A man recalls a memorable work trip to Kerala's beautiful Vembanad Lake. Image generated with OpenAI It was dusk when we reached the hotel, which according to the various reviews I had read, was situated right on the shore of the lake. For many years now, I had been dreaming of visiting Kumarakom in Kerala to take a look at the Vembanad lake, reportedly India's longest. I contrived to make sure that the venue of the management retreat of my team would be Kumarakom. I couldn't contain my excitement to complete the check-in formalities. "Where's the lake?" I asked the receptionist. "It's basically there." He pointed his hand without shifting his eyes from the screen. "I'll be back. Meanwhile, please check me in. Those, there, are my bags. Please have them placed in my room." I looked around. My colleagues were asking, "Where's the bar?" Balaji gave me a meaningful look. "Want to come? I want to see the lake before i...