A friend from Australia is listening to the audio messages I sent him on Instagram last night before going to bed. I could actually see his face as I was sending the message. He must have kept the phone's speaker close to his ear, trying to understand the thoughts behind the messages, in my imagination. I'm in a village in Maharashtra, staying in a house that is built in the style of old buildings and resembles a little fort with a massive gate and tomb at its entrance. The driveway leading to that residence has a little incline. As I approach the location where I will be staying, I see a number of modest houses. I was just going around because I hadn't seen anything from inside. The next thing I know, I'm sitting on a rock near the beach. I couldn't tell what time it was because there were people all over the place. My daughter is with me, and I notice a friend of mine approaching me. He was about to take a seat next to me when we heard the sound of waves. Although...