Shimmering Sands up with the sun, gone with the wind

he thought a moment, then shook his head, loath to disappoint the man. i haven't seen anyone like that around, govinda said mournfully. i am sorry. his heart beat hard in his chest as the traveler went on to tell more of their story. separated since summer. what a terrible prospect for anyone to endure, much less a kind soul like this.

i will keep my eyes open for her, bhai, he promised, nodding solemnly. my name is govinda. i live in the coconut grove to the east of here. if you need anything else. . . he trailed off, as it was unnecessary to add the rest--the look in his eyes said it all. hospitality ran deep within him, down to the marrow.