As his anklet shone in the moonlight, it suddenly struck me that this man, just a humble fisherman with a worn-out sweater and no slippers, was a dreamer and explorer at heart. Perhaps the same heart that had made me board a flight, alone, to ‘a place like this’. And yet, we were different. Not because he lived in ‘paradise’ and I came seeking it. But because he realized that paradise is just the place where your heart belongs.
