An island in the sun

This was an accurate rendering of the shop&rsquos geography nothing indeed lay beyond Balbir Singh&rsquos little entrepreneurial venture. Everyone who came here for the first time found this amusing and Seema smiled too as she saw the Board. For researchers going into the wilderness beyond, this was the last outpost of modern life.

Harish had been here a few months ago, and immediately recognised the old man sitting on a stool by the stove&mdashthe seventy-year-old proprietor with a long, flowing silver beard. He said a polite namaste, and sat down on the bench. The old man appeared to recognize Harish too, and returned his greeting with a pleasant smile.

&lsquoCan we have some tea, Sardarji&rsquo Das called out from his vehicle, &lsquoand Harish,&rsquo he continued, &lsquoplease pick up the provisions that you want. You know you won&rsquot get much at the camp. I think you should take some basic stuff&mdashrice, dal, sugar, tea, pickle, some potatoes, onions and maybe...&rsquo he scanned the shelves to see if he could find something interesting, &lsquoyes, take that tin of Haldiram&rsquos rasogollas, but first check how old it is.&rsquo

Tea and shopping done, the visitors started off again. From here, the road went winding up a gentle gradient, then descended sharply and moved along the coast for a little before it cut more deeply into the forest. When it finally emerged, they found themselves at Galathea Bay. Here, at the mouth of the river Galathea, a wide beach of silver sand extended into the distance like a graceful arc of the waning moon. This was one of the best places to watch endangered sea turtles as they came out to nest.

The turtle camp of the Forest Department here was only a small bamboo shack, holed up in a small forest clearing by the beach. Camp Officer Winbrite Guria saluted Das, and said a big hello to Harish. He too had recognised Harish from his last visit. &lsquoIf you need anything, tell Winbrite,&rsquo Das said to Harish, and then turned to Winbrite, who had just unloaded the bags from the vehicle. &lsquoOk, Winbrite I&rsquoll come back tomorrow afternoon.&rsquo

&lsquoYes, sir.&rsquo Winbrite saluted again as Das returned to his vehicle.

The sun had retired for the night, and as was the practice here, the staff had already had their evening meal. Some dal and rice was now set to cook for the visitors. As they waited, Winbrite explained with an apology, &lsquoHope you can manage somehow tonight. There is no sleeping place inside the hut, but first thing tomorrow morning we&rsquoll organise something. Madam has come here for the first time, I&rsquom really sorry.&rsquo

Harish had been here earlier and knew the forest staff quite well. He had been in these islands for only a little more than a year, but had already travelled quite widely and wildly, covering almost its entire length &mdash from Landfall in the north of the Andamans to the Nicobars in the south, even into parts of the Jarawa Reserve that very few had visited. Improvising had become a way of life be it shacking up in a police station in a remote village, spending a rainfilled night alongside cows in an abandoned bus shelter, being out at sea for over a week on a dungi or sleeping on the jetty because the evening boat had left ten minutes before schedule, he&rsquod endured it all. Sleeping on a pristine beach like this one, with a starlit sky for a canopy was better than most other situations he&rsquod encountered. He would be fine. He looked at Seema. She seemed pretty alright too.

&lsquoWe&rsquoll be fine, Winbrite,&rsquo Harish placed a hand on his shoulder. &lsquoDon&rsquot worry.&rsquo

&lsquoYes, yes,&rsquo Seema quickly added. &lsquoDon&rsquot worry, Winbrite. I&rsquoll be fine. I&rsquom an island girl.&rsquo

It was about quarter past seven by the time the two had their simple meal for the night. Harish now unfurled a huge blue tarpaulin sheet and spread it out on the beach some distance from the turtle camp.

&lsquoHopefully,&rsquo he said to Seema, &lsquowe&rsquoll be beyond the high tide line and won&rsquot have to run when the tide comes in. The tide&rsquos beginning to rise, but it&rsquos still a couple of hours from being full. That&rsquos when the turtles will start to climb.&rsquo