Two days ago, as the three of us strolled to the taxi rank to find the taxi that would drop me to the airport, a weather-beaten Indian man fell into step beside us.
He leaned over to me with a smile.
Kerala nice, he confided.
Kerala's very nice, I agreed.
India beautiful, he continued.
India's very beautiful, I agreed once more.
He was gaining confidence from my enthusiasm.
'Much silent!' was his next announcement.
Much silent? How could anyone possibly think that about India? Utterly bewildered, I agreed, saluted him and got into the taxi.
Even though I am probably just searching for an event that sums India up so that I can package it up in a nice box as part of my neurotic desire for order, I think this one might be it.
It was unexpected, I enjoyed it and learned from it, it left me baffled but pleased, but most importantly, I want to do it all again.
Well, after a few more months of running water and warm showers, that is.

You want to talk to strange Indian taxi drivers again?