The winter winds were blowing on that afternoon when I went all alone to the sea-side. The sea has always attracted me. This time, while others preferred an afternoon nap, I decided to walk along the long stretch of the sand along the beach.
The sun gave me company…as I
felt the sun to be with me. There were so many others on the beach, but they
were unknown. I enjoyed the company of the sun as it touched on me with the
bright afternoon sunshine, giving me a bit of warmth on that cold November day.
The sand had also soaked in some heat and was giving out warmth. If the summer’s
sun would have been there, Oouch! The sand would have given the hurt to the
feet.
The beach was like a fest of
its kind. So colouful…people hanging around in clothes of different shades.
People from far and near hounded the beach…some running into the water and then
coming back, some inclined to go in for a bath but fear lingering in their
minds. Children ran towards the gushing waves that washed the beach as each and
every wave made the roaring noise to come forward but receded effortlessly
without that loud sound. It was a sight to watch.
I stood at one place to see
all that was going on between the people and the sea waters and then moved on.
My destination was not motivated or designed, but I walked on with my footfall,
forward and forward and forward and....
At one time I sat on the
sandy beach and watched the waves…a creation even science cannot contest.
Magical! Up and down moved the waters,
sometimes coming up close to my feet to soak them and create a different
feeling in me. The blue waters stretched my gaze to the horizon, and beyond
that what was there was a mystery for my eyes.
Fishing boats had gone in
and moving about to get the catch of the day. How much these simple fishermen
depended on their daily catch. Some days a good haul could give them lots of
money and some days could cheat them from getting the good catch they had
expected.
I looked at the sun from
where I was sitting. The rays fell on the waters and the waves worked with it
like conjurers. Soon the sun began to dip, a sight that said it was time for
sunset.
Got up, dusted the sand
that had stuck to my clothes and was soon back on my way. As I retreated, saw
so many sand blocks made by children as they played while their parents kept a
watch on them. I remembered my childhood sand house built on the beach to be
washed away with the big breakers that came, for nothing is permanent on the
sandy beach. Nature has its own rules and laws…am I right in justifying this? Don’t know how correct I am but for sure it
was a great afternoon spent with the sun, sand, the waves and the water.
That’s the magic of the
sea-side.
