It was like being in a dream state, part floating through space with images, figures, and bold colors magically appearing and then fading in the distance. As our small wooden boat weaved through the narrow latticework of canals in the backwaters of Kerala, I imagined that I had traveled back thousands of years.

Our boat inched timelessly along, pushed by a long pole, through waters reflecting the golden colors of leaves shading us from the hot sun. Bare-chested men carried stacks of gr ...

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