Sitting on my sea-facing balcony with a cup of fragrant herbal tea reaffirms my long-held belief that there is no better place to watch the sun dip below the horizon than the east coast, specifically Puri. The people further down the beach, the boats on the sea, and the birds flying overhead take on a poetic quality as silhouettes against the evening light. The sky is scattered with large storm clouds that have gathered overhead. Churning waves, whipped up by a stiff breeze, crash against the shore. The grey-blue hues of the land, sea, and sky seem to blend together, becoming indistinguishable in this brooding stormy light. Shafts of sunlight break through in places, illuminating the endless shore in a surreal, dreamlike glow.





