Everything and nothing happens under an unconcerned early-morning
sky. As it always has. An ancient rampart stands, stubborn against time
and unmoved by the sun’s gentle attempts to wake it. Beyond it, a scene
repeated endlessly all along the Konkan coast — waves murmuring secrets
to a beach, trees huddled in quiet gossip about… well, who knows? It
could perhaps be the fort’s many lifetimes or snippets from the eternal
exchange between sea and sand. Travel has a way of reminding you —
some places don’t just exist in history, they hold it.
