Columns and columns of roaring sea waves shored. Each punch on the broad, bare chest of the lumped earth threatens to burst the banks of the river. If the earth was in pain, it also seemed to be gaining from the love affair with the water. The serenity of the atmosphere was, therefore, not disturbed. Not when it was 6:30 in the morning. Not when the sun was only half-awake. And, definitely, not at the touristic beach of Kairasu.