The rhythm of the waves became the markers of time, not that Sandeep minded. He stood watching the swells, the big one would come. With his surfboard clamped under his left arm he kept his vigil while others ran in for lesser waves again and again. He was dreaming with his eyes wide open, he was riding the wave of a lifetime as it curled above his head. The roar of the waves before him became the roar of his dream wave, a magnified roar to send his spirit soaring. He savoured the salty air, this was his place, his time. He scrunched his bare toes into the sand, he would be planted here until it came.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 5, 2014.