I was very happy to discover that at last it is possible to Google my village, Urulikunnam. Earlier, one could only guess its place on the map in the green sea of tree-tops rolling to the horizons. There it is now, for all to see – in south India, in the state of Kerala, the name marked on the expanse of greenery captured by the satellite camera. Technology has tagged the secret world of my village to the greater world. When I lived there many years ago the world outside was a day-dream I constructed sitting on the guava tree. I would strain my eyes at the tiny figure of an airplane suddenly coming into view amongst the branches for a fleeting moment and be consumed by wonder about their inconceivable goals. I would pin back my ears for the most indistinct little sound from the toy-like transistor radio I forced my father to buy which only spluttered all the time. Sometimes it produced a word or two or a syllable of a song and my heart raced to the ends of the earth seeking the enchanted source of that unfathomable sound.