Walking on the sand is slow, heat makes it even slower. Even though the afternoon sun was not as harsh anymore, it felt more like a footslog than a walk. The only thing that would make it more pleasurable would be the breeze. However, hot air was standing still.
Small campground of somewhat scattered tents, outside the town was in a slightly different location since few years back. From time to time the dwellers have to move a little further away from the expanding town. That’s part of a Bhopas life.
Joyful laughs of the playing children were heard from afar. Tall and unfamiliar figure was slowly approaching the camp. The second they saw the gora, their excitement doubled and all of them started to run to greet the adrift wanderer first.