THE MAID OF THE MIST
THE MAID OF THE MIST It was a perfect summer day in Toronto with the sun trying its best to push the temperature beyond the late teens . We had driven the route from there to Niagara in quick time and soon I was walking down the ayle( my son decided to keep off, having lived there for some time) leading to a landing area where I was to board a motor boat. I was taking in the sound of the falls , my gaze transfixed at the far end, where the great Canadian end of the falls was visible. Then, all of a sudden, I felt I was in another world, the one where I came from. Panic struck as I heard familiar sounds all around me. There I was, a second back, looking at and immersing myself into the magnificent journey of the river Niagara, and to my horror now , felt I was in Ahmedabad! Of all places! They descended with all their exuberance and chatter, attired in trousers and tops, with a few hats too thrown in for form, bottoming out in the Nikes and Adidas. All of them, men and women, in the...