Five years ago, a few of us drove from Goa to Vengurla, a small beachside town in Sindhudurg, Maharashtra. It would take you a couple of hours to reach the Vengurla beach, depending on where you depart from, and how fast you intend to drive. It is around an hour’s drive from Mapusa. Borders crossed, to the beach it was! We were greeted by some of the local strays, who were all too happy to see us. A bow wow wow here, a bow wow wow there. We were caught off guard, by a sudden downpour. But then there was the smell of wet mud. Wet mud. There were more strays. Some came close. While others stayed away, giving us their looks of disapproval. The afternoon was spent playing poker. The air smelt fresh. The waves crashed in the distance. Footprints were left. The tides moved back. Just another evening at the Vengurla beach.