She lived in a small village called Basmapur in Orissa, India. Her world was the tiny village. To her it was big, she had only a bicycle to take her everywhere so any place she needed to go to, she had to cycle for a very long distance.

Her favourite place was the beach, no not the main beach in Basmapur where all the tourists normally went. She found her part of the beach, it was hers, at least until the tourists reached there too. She would go there every evening and take a walk. Sit by the beach, walk into the water till it touches her ankles. She loved the feeling of wet sand and how her feet sank into it every time the waves crossed her.

If she had a choice, she would have been on the beach the whole day but she didn’t have the luxury of…