Simran loves the twilights at the shores of Mareena.

A sassy walk during the latter part of the day on the shores of mareena beach could be like tossing a coin, to fall with head or tail, to relax yourself watching the blue tides and enjoying the lovely breeze or to extend your hands to little Simran who goes roaming in the crowd with her companion Vijay -a monkey. Her gang of friends who goes begging to fill their little tummies. A young lady in her early 20’s with her three kids. She discloses that she was married at the age of thirteen and she lost her husband a year back. The latter and her kids do some meager works the whole day and the beach is their safe place of rest. A lovely baby boy born with the breeze in the tent cuddle along with his Vellore based tribal family. A psychic middle aged engineer as he explains, the story of his girl friend who cheated him, and his dream of building a mosque on the shores of Mareena. Hundreds of such people spend their whole lives at this well known beach shore. As we slip out of our dwellings to enjoy our weekends on the shores isn’t it customary to share a word, a touch or an eye to these meager groups of the society for whom the shores are their homes.