Two skinny boys run into the water in their day clothes and start playing in the waves as their mother shouts after them to be careful. For a long time I watch them, unable to say more, unable to stop shaking, cold in the heat. They loop over the rolling water, under it. They let their bodies go. Give themselves up to the power of the ocean, the waves playing with them as much as they’re playing with the waves. Finally Krish breaks the silence. “You know how you asked yesterday if I had come all the way here to talk you out of looking for Vasu.” “Did you?” “No.” “Then why did you come?”
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