Morning walk. I later saw them having tea at the tea-stall on the beach at 7 in the morning. I overheard the old man complementing the tea-stall owner for preparing tea to his taste.
I was having my meal at a house on a roadside, courtesy the innumerable houses in Kihim that supply home-cooked rice and chicken. Right across the road this frail man made eye contact with me.
How do you compare a one and half hour commute on a local train cramped with 6 people around you with a one and a half minute walk to the beach from your home on the beach?