There was a half-moon glimmering on the water. On the horizon, we saw ships, and a curve of land glittering with light. I clicked several photos, but none of them did any justice to the moon or the waves or the cityscape.
At midnight, a coffee vendor came along on a cycle.
"Kaunsa coffee hai?" asked Roopa. What coffee is this?
He showed her a branded sachet. "Instant hai", he said, in an accent that placed him firmly as a first generation migrant from UP.
He served us coffee in little plastic cups, at 5 rupees a cup. As he walked away wheeling his cycle and calling his wares, Roopa said in a very matter-of-fact way: "Kuch-na-kuch kaam dhoond lete hain sab". (Everyone finds one way or another to make a living). "Look at this guy, he's chosen to walk here at midnight selling coffee."