For Rafe
who found two strangers stuck in the heat near the Panjim Gymkhana, an old Enfield dead beside them, and handed them the keys to his Activa. “Take your time,” he said. “I’m going fishing.”
Susegad isn’t my word to explain. But maybe that afternoon I learnt a little of it: to have enough ease that you can share some with someone else. I hope this library does a little of that.
We never got his number. We asked his name, and heard it as “Ruh-fey”; we didn’t catch the spelling. If this reaches him somehow: thank you, Rafe.
Sarat