We left the Temple premises and walked along the road leading towards the kovil. Soon we arrived at the makeshift stalls, or 'thorombals' as my little brother calls them. They sold palmyrah jaggery, popcorn, fruits and shells common in the area. “Buy me 'inguru doses', three boxes are finished and the last six remain,” announced an old woman. “Buy Palmyrah jiggery from us, get these for your loved ones,” one man shouted. There was chaos on the street. We rushed to the dock in the scorching sun and heat. To our relief this time the boat was better and there was less crowd. The boat slowly moved away from the islet, and the excited young people on board tried to push the crowd of elderly people from the entrance and climbed onto the roof when one nearly fell into the sea. Luckily they had life jackets on. The trip to Nagadeepa was a memorable trip in my life. Now I too can boast like my grandmother and the other elders: “I have to do it