Screeching seagulls were returning to their homes, with the orange setting sun disappearing behind the horizon, while the waves continued to rise and fall.
Over and over again, the dark water rose at full power in the middle of the ocean and every time it crashed and disintegrated on the sandy shore and then retreated like a meek little creature back into the ocean.
All in all, it was a sobering experience for Megh. He never enjoyed the sight of the sea, never liked to walk on the sandy beach or dip his feet in the warm water of the Indian ocean.
And he absolutely hated ships and boats. Perhaps it was because the way they swayed in the water that made him nauseous or perhaps because his mother had died in one of these that made him so wary of ships.
But he absolutely loathed the very s
