Anu stood, her feet grounded to the wet mud. Her white dress fluttered with the wind. Strands of her hair had started to move astray from her neatly pinned braids, the wind being the primary cause of the revolt of the strands. The waves ashore retreated and pushed forward, as if playing a game. Sometimes they graced her feet with a light, playful touch. Most of the other times, they retreated very quickly.

Vineet was seated on the sand, elbows resting on his knees. He scoured the sand around him for seashells.