We have to wait until the tide comes out. I am sitting on the last rock of the cape surrounded by sea water on three sides. Janaki plays near the lighthouse. Conch shells, oysters, oysters weaving, filling in their own small moves, something is singing. Not far from here, there is a rock rising from the top of a Mahadanav rising from the sea. On it is the temple of Shikotar Mata. Janaki is going to take me to that temple.
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