The group was atop the fort overlooking the Arabian sea dappled in gold by the setting sun. Cameras poised, they waited.
Squeezing himself in, the boy stood on his toes with his head barely above the wall. He looked right, left, and ahead, and asked “What are we looking at?” He looked dutifully at the sun and the sea pointed out to him.
After the clicking of the cameras had ceased, they found him squatting at the foot of the wall, looking with wondrous eyes and gently touching the tiny purple flower that had bloomed in a small crevice.