There is no story about these fishermen. They weren’t following the yonder star. They were neither carrying any gifts nor coming from the far off lands. They were there waiting for the fishes.
Me watching them and them posing was a perfect coincidence.
I was lazying on the beach and absorbing everything I could – from happiness on faces of cooing couples and fearless somersaults of a lonely (happy, perhaps?) boy to indefatigable spirit of fishermen (in this pic) waiting for their bait to work its magic.
While i picked up my camera to capture their keen eye – the first two men – the third one (closest to me) coordinated his head (note the right-left-right) and slyly entered the frame.
All i did was – whisper a thank you to the gentlemen; of course in my head.