It was raining. Then it wasn’t. The Maldives has a way of shifting moods without warning. One moment, the sky darkens, growling and spattering silver rain, the next, it turns into a thousand shades of blue. I sat at a table by the ocean, peering into a bowl of butter chicken at Saffron, the Indian restaurant at OZEN RESERVE BOLIFUSHI, and realised that I was exactly where I needed to be: far from the noise, surrounded by a dreamy landscape I hadn't realised I was longing for.



