Phillips has a wonderful smile.
He is my security guard, who eats two meals a day. The third he can't afford. He also walks for one hour each way to guard my house 12 hours a day because using transportation would mean he wont eat the other two either.
As I feel sleepy, the irony is not missed by me.
P.S: Some pictures of the "Mighty Beach" I visited
While we learn about freedom and people’s struggles to achieve them, the born free don’t understand its true meaning. As they say, what comes free cannot be valued.
It’s when I am in the car do I understand what is freedom. While I see the locals playing their boom boxes and swaying to the tunes of the Caribbean, I begin to wonder whether I am truly free to do the same. The journey home fills me with panic as I fear the unknown, fear a forced combat with someone of greater physical strength.
The unfamiliarity makes it that much more difficult.
My guest house has barbed wire and is protected 24x7 by security guards. While security personnel are present in India too, the barbed wire gives it a spooky touch here.
I write this in a room which has drapes shut all the time even as the weather is beautiful.
And then I realize, freedom is being yourself.
