Today the Marina was empty. It was very early. The sky over the Bay of Bengal was heavy and grey, the sun just starting to show. The sand stretched out endlessly… that famous width separating the city from the sea. Walking past the lined-up catamarans felt like walking through a sleeping fleet.
You know, when the beach is empty and, looking ahead, nothing seems to get in your way, you can close your eyes and walk in an almost straight line, in silence, with music or without it. Without music, the sound of crows, the rolling waves, and the faint morning traffic on Kamarajar Salai remind you that you are there. It becomes impossible to be anywhere else. The undeniable reality of Chennai at dawn. With music, you can go a little further and let yourself drift, like dry sand in the wind near the Lighthouse. By then, you are no longer a grain of sand, but a handful of it, on the verge of dissolving.
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