He had heard that waves in the beach were bigger during new moon days. He had come there from city, where he lived, to witness the same. He lived inland, and it was the first time he had ever visited the beach.

As he neared the water, the waves gently greeted him, and he stood rooted to the spot long after they went back. They seemed to come back again with much vigour, and seemed like they never wanted to part with him.The water looked very clear that he could see the rocks underneath . It tempted him to take a mouthful, and he was taken aback when it tasted salty. He realised that he couldn’t walk as fast on the sands of the beach as he did on the road.

Slowly, it turned darker, and he was brushed gently on his cheeks by the cool breeze. It had been…