New Dawn Gift-village
To model an ideal village may be the work of a lifetime.
I would develop in the child his hands, his brain, and his soul. The hands have almost atrophied. The soul has been altogether ignored.
No one else I met in India resembled Radhakrishna Menon. He was tall and gangly, with bushy white hair and busy white eye- brows. When he spoke, he gestured widely; and he often knit his eyebrows as he smiled, in what could only be called a ferocious grin.
When he walked in the lead, he had the extremely annoying habit of halting whenever he spoke, which constantly brought me up short behind him. He frequently was doing this on a sultry January morning in the southern state of Kerala, as he led me on the main path through Navodaya Danagram -- "New Dawn Gift-Village." Radhakrishna -- this engaging character -- was the founder, mentor, and guide of Danagram.
Here, I had been told, I would find the spirit of Gramdan.
We walked between coconut palms and other lush growth, on the central hill of three on which Danagram lay. We passed a couple of pavilionlike community buildings, one of which housed a nursery school and an infant feeding program, both