I went to the N4 Beach with mom, father and brother. We went to watch the sunrise. It might be a sight to them, but I’ve been watching the Sun rise for more than anyone can bother to take an effort. I started visiting a beach, no holds barred, to witness a sunrise. I’ve done that 5-6 times now, in succession. And earlier, i did go out of my way to witness a rising Sun if i was aware of the view.

N4 Beach was unique to me on several counts. It has a fishing harbour, the harbours are designed such that land penetrates into the sea like long, numb fingers.

I saw folks fishing for the sake of it, and crews fishing so that they can earn enough currency to survive another night. I saw brats climbing the barriers to get a better view, and amateurs trying to take a good photograph of their surroundings.

The beach itself is a clash of sort. Man versus Nature, predator versus prey, land versus sea, and what not. You can’t be submissive here, even the gusts of wind slap you if you’re not up for a game.

Maybe it is fitting that Poseidon should have a trident. He does create, sustain and ultimately destroy whatever is accessible by the sea.

When i searched the horizon for signs of a sunrise, i was given none. I saw the time, Sun had already risen behind the backdrop of the dark, humid clouds. The clouds were like curtains, giving the Sun and its rays privacy.

With the cloudy backdrop, people were just more than silhouettes. Some engrossed in their devices, while others watching the world around them.

Life near the beach is not for the ones who expect the ordinary, the mundane. The beach is a happening place – tides washing away silt, crabs and fishes at arm’s reach, an occasional wave scaring you out of your wits. And when the game is over, the board is reset.