Varkala beach is pitch black at night, and the rocks are treacherous. We had to use your flashlight to get down here.
Varkala beach is pitch black at night as we wet our feet, walking in the lapping waves.
Varkala beach is pitch black at night, but we see the sky lit up by a thousand bright diamonds.
Varkala beach is pitch black, I think as we lie down in the sand. I show you Aldebaran, Leo, and how Jupiter is sinking into the water. There is so much horizon here.

There is a storm over the Arabian Sea tonight. We see lightning light up the ocean, the beach, and us in rapid flashes; and hear thunder roll in with the waves.
Is it the monsoon, we wonder. It seems to be late this year, but we know it's out there. The air seems to get more humid by the day now, all ready to explode. And that is quite some storm. Maybe the rains will come tomorrow. ...But who cares. Tomorrow you will be heading down south to Trivandrum, and I'll be going on to Kollam, and venture into the backwaters.

But tonight, Varkala beach is pitch black. No one can see my hand in your hand.
Your hand in mine.

And as the storm rages on,
as the thunder comes rolling in, as this warm, warm breeze stirs,
as we touch;
do you understand
that this is all we have.
I will never see you again.
And I will carry you and all this in my heart for the rest of my life.