
I never tired of looking at the garden and the sea, watching the waves come in sometimes slowly, gently touching the rocks, sometimes falling upon the boulders restlessly, with a too-great intimacy. My first evening there, I forgot all about my order as I stood at the restaurant window. The waiter had to call me to let me know my tea had been served. I sipped my tea slowly, looking out at the sea, enjoying the breeze, and sometimes looking out on to the garden from the window on the wall opposite. Wednesday, March 01, 2006 posted by Nupur Sen @ 4:04 AM Bangalore, Karnataka
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