Fishing boats, possibly weighing around fifty tonnes each, flung like children’s toys, their splintered remains sticking out of each other.
The supports of a bridge under construction, strewn around in disarray and the concrete remains of the bridge, half falling over.
A house, or what was once a house, covered in sand. A girl’s bangles lie broken in the sand. A goat chews on the remains of a child’s Biology test paper (he didn’t know the name of a fungi).
An old woman, in a yellow sari and a deep rust coloured blouse, sings a folk song broken by intermittent sobs, or perhaps the other way around.
A clock, its glass encasing broken, sand along its frame, faithfully ticks away.
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