The motorised boat left the ghat. When we reached mid-river, I could see a floating black dot near the shore just left behind moving in our direction.
It was a kite riding the wind. It looked as if the string was being released by the flyer peu-à-peu.
That it was at the mercy of the airstream having no tie-up anymore with the earth below became obvious as the distance slowly diminished.
Then a whirlwind picked the kite up and drove it into an air-pocket much against its will. That’s how my father got caught in the current of the Unknown.