All we could hear at six in the morning was the crashing of the waves. Mangalores Sasihithlu beach, about 22 km from the city, was pristine at this hour. Yesterdays footprints had disappeared, though the crab holes had not. Discreet movements behind one of the breakfast stalls meant that we could now order fresh filter kaapi. We had shown up in the wee hours to watch surfers prepare for the final day of Indias biggest surfing event, the Indian Open of Surfing. And soon enough, men and women clothed in neon spandex took to the water, swift and elegant. We saw the paradisiacal Sasihithlu, which is also the site where two rivers meet the Arabian Sea, metamorphose from mornings sleepy child to dramatic world stage.



