He ambles thoughtfully, his footsteps making deep indentations in the sand near the water's edge. He could feel his body growing frailer with every passing prahar like a grain of sand that drops down from the hourglass painfully slow. The pale blue waters of the Arabian Sea revive his weary soul as he watches spellbound the pinks and blues merge. Surya is getting ready to ride his chariot across the sky , he notes. The sublime waves touch his feet, as if in obeisance. His muslin dhoti clings to his dark skin as he slowly lowers himself to...