It was just a smile of courtesy. A smile as I walked over the waves and he was walking in the opposite direction holding her hand. A small smile between two Indians amongst people across the globe. A small smile between two people who were cherishing the feeling of walking over the waves. A small smile across a fellow human to acknowledge that nature is indeed beautiful. We crossed each other. Who was she. She asked. No one. He said. Then why did she smile at you. She asked. Just a casual smile. Nothing more than that. He said. No one gives a casual smile. She said. And she walked away. He searched for me all through the island. Through the cafes and the night clubs. Hoping to find me to convince his girl that we hardly knew each other. He found a trail and he followed it. Hotel after hotel, cafe after cafe. When he finally reached what he thought was the place I was staying in, he learnt that my vacation was over. I started work afresh. My broken marriage di...