My last weekend was spent at a place three hours away from Sydney, a combination of hills and forests and sea shores, Hawk’s Nest…We had put up in the most amazing beach holiday home I have ever come across in a long time. It was more like a family holiday with two more families along with ours. But personally this was more like an escape from the everyday hustle bustle. Only after I had been there did I realize that how badly I needed this break. And when I say I kept myself away from everything that surrounded my life at the moment, I meant everything, and that includes internet connection and thus no networking sites as well…
What follows is just a collection of a few passing thoughts that had captured my mind when I was all by myself in these last four days. Sometimes by the sea, sometimes a walk along the lonely road, and sometimes a sleepless windy moonlit night spent in the balcony.
The other day I walked out to the beach mid afternoon. The weather was just about perfect...I sat on the sand and looked around... There was this lovely breeze going around and the sun was so mild that it barely touched your skin yet its warmth was such a turn on, and the ocean, I had never seen it so blue, so green and so lusty. It all seemed so unreal, like straight out from an artist’s canvas. And as I sat there I noticed the waves crash on the shore, one of the most natural and obvious sights u see on a sea shore. But then something caught my eyes, or rather my mind. As I saw the waves come crash on the sand they seemed like lovers desperate to unite. The waves running to her shores spreading her frothy white arms hugging the sand, and even before they could tell out their love to each other the depth of the oceans pulled her back, the shore striving hard to not let go, the sand letting himself loose, letting his wave wash away a bit of himself every time she crashed on him, every time she was pulled back. How desperate , the waves and the sand, how much they might be whining to love each other a bit longer, to embrace a bit longer. The sand weary of waiting, loving and letting go of the wave time and again. I wonder how much the waves must be pinning every time it gives into the sand and every time the ocean pulls her back faster. And the shells lying right there witnessing their painful endless love story forever. That is the way their life has been made and their destinies scripted. They say you can blare out all your secrets to the sea and it will swallow them all into the deep depth of the waves, and never let it out. The sound of the crashing of waves sounded weird, maybe not melody to the ears as many may say, but more like something that I could sit and listen to for ages, it sounded like those many secrets that they shared…. the wave making her love understand as to how much she was bound by the chains of nature, and how the sand cried himself out letting his love know that no matter how long it took, no matter how much pain it caused, he will be right there glued to the ground waiting for her to come and love longer, for them to meet, once and forever…And this has been happening for years and ages, yet the power did nothing to unite them, once and for all.
Yet the waves come running every time she gets a chance, embracing and loving the shores..and as the sand lets go and the ocean pulls back the waves to it’s depth, the sand lay there wet with the tears, shining under the beautiful sun, waiting for his love to return and to be loved yet again, and loved a little longer.
