From a distance it would have looked like the crystal and other jelly fishes had gathered for a surface party in the middle of the night, their unearthly bioluminescence in full swing. There was music even. In place of the emotion-shorn trance and techno, lovelorn songs from Malayalam cinema filled the air. Belted out by All India Radio, staccato broke in rudely now and then but love and longing prevailed. Bobbing around each other in a chain dance were little catamarans and bigger boats. In the gloaming of the deep