As the sun begins its decent into darkness, I’m lying here in my hammock relishing the final day I’ll be in Kerala. There’s nothing but the sound of a cool breeze and a few birds calling for each other. On a day like today, I just lie back and let my mind wander. I’m trying to think back to my earliest memory, but I’m not sure which one is the earliest. What about my best memory? Worst? Silliest? Maybe if I lie here long enough I can remember everything. But my mind won’t let me live in the past anymore. I’m filled with daydreams of wishes, hopes, and ambitions. These are the daydreams that I mustn’t forget; that I won’t forget. I won’t forget this spot.