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Warriors at the end of time
It was the season of murders. And all the killing and mayhem were keeping Shiva busy. But questions remained that he needed to follow. And they were important enough to take time away from his hectic schedule and return here. He felt the tingling of hot sand beneath his feet. This was the spot, the place where it had all started one year ago. He cast his eyes around. So where was he? Already he was beginning to regret it. Maybe, it had not been wise to summon him. It would be just like the bag-of-bones not to show up. He was beyond his sphere of influence. And he was perfectly capable of enacting a vulgar demonstration of this fact just because he could. Shiva barely remembered why he had summoned this useless throwback from the West in the first place, when all he now wanted was to return home. But still, he needed to know.
Shiva watched the waves continue on their endless cycle, rolling listlessly onto the Goan shore, dissolving into hissing froth before rising up again. Yes, he needed to know. In the name of Brahma, Death must be here somewhere. He shook off his earlier angst. He would turn up. Of course, he would. He was too curious a scoundrel not to. Turning towards the sun he stalked along the beach, moving parallel to the breaking waves. Surya remained as merciless as ever.
