Sandbanks P.P., Ontario
Resembled Balarama
It was dusk and it was rainy. Gyan, our driver, was smooth in his operation behind the wheel. In fact, the day went marvellously well, despite sporadic rain. It began early, at nine a.m., the start of our adventurous day. The most dark, ominous clouds—low hanging—cut off some of those high-rises as we exited Toronto via Scarborough. Freaky.
By the time we reached today’s first destination, Tyendinaga, which is officially Mohawk territory, the skies, though not clear, held off with the downpour. It was there that Gyan safely brought David, Krishna Chandra and I to the home of two sets of twins—two Canadian young men and two young Malaysian women. They are, both sets, identical and hence for me are confusing. Great folks nevertheless.
Unique about their homestead is their sincere effort at a farming initiative. Last year they asked me to plant an apple tree so we made a bit of a ritual by incorporating mantras. Since then they have endeavoured at gardening parsley, coriander, bok choy, beans, tomatoes, peppers, and the list goes on. The place has become bountiful.
One of my reasons for our visit was to offer encouragement to these daring souls for this natural, organic method of life. Secondly, I wanted to offer a break to David and K.C. from their daily routine, although devotional; a change from usual operations. It’s necessary. The whole bunch of us, including Paul from Mexico and Mohammed from Lebanon, took to the water of Sandbanks Provincial Park, luckily, between rain showers.
Then, on our return, going down the Don Valley Parkway, at dusk, with Gyan behind the wheel, a small white Ferrari was in front with red lights on a dark bumper; somehow he resembled Balarama.
May the Source be with you!
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