You only live once, make the most of it!
As I step from the wooden walkway onto the sand I hear the muezzin call shimmer across the water from the neighbouring island. It is early yet, and almost cool; as my bare feet sink through the soft grains they hit a chill dampness that will not be there later on. At noon, the sand…
Balancing a guitar, the coke bottle, and themselves… … trying not to trip over the rocks, trying to steady nature to suit their unsteadiness. “yeh shaam phir nahin aai gi…â€, voices lilted, wobbled, and carried in the wind, fading out slowing over the moonlit ocean. The waves splashed the rocks gently, and the fine mist…