The hexagonal philosophy

It was a nice Sunday morning. February is the best month in India. Atmosphere wise. It's not too hot, it's not too cold. It doesn't rain. All in all, a bliss for backpackers and travellers. I was thinking of going out on some kind of trekking when I heard that riots broke in the city. Curfew was implemented, there went my plan to go for hiking. I never really understood the concept of rioting. I am of the personal opinion that riots are one of the most insane things humans can do to themselves. Several buses were burned, streets were closed. Shops were robbed. To demean the whole scenario, some freedom fighter's sculpture was also destroyed. The next day arrived. Police lifted off the curfew at around 7:00 a.m. I decided to go at a temple which was upon a hill out of the city. The temple's god is known to complete your wishes, like a Wishing well, if you may. I got up there by 10 and came at foothills around 11. As I started my way back, I got a call that the rio...

          I started working my way upto the base of the hill that laid in front of me. There was a strip of sea water, some 500 meters of it between me and the hill but it was low tide, so the water was moving out. 'Ok, there's hardly 50 meters of water between me and the hill, i can swim through it,' i thought. The dry seabed was ridden with potholes, making it difficult for me to walk. Just as I reached the water line, my cell phone buzzed. 'We are going back to the hotel, come fast,' my friend on the other end replied. I had to reluctantly move back.    I could see the shack on the horizon where my friends were waiting for me. Another water line of around 500 meters loitered between me and the beach. The shack was around a kilometer across the beach. I could see the seabed through water. 'The water is shallow, it's hardly 500 meters, let's try going through this,' i thought. I started walking through the sea. The water was hardly upto my Ankle...