I left my soul in thy brine

Sea Meets The Sky

It isn't a common place thing with me to miss the ocean so very much. I was never even attached to it if I look back to last year or the year before that. I was the one who sat on the beach munching on roasted peanuts from the nearby stall while watching siblings playing in the water. I didn't really like going near the waves; I hated the after-effects- the sand sticking to the skin and the uncomfortable itchy feeling under the feet. I preferred the plain land over mountains and beaches any day. So, when I say I don't know what changed, I really don't know. It's inexplicable.

I love sitting by the sea-shore and chatting with friends for hours. I love the sound of the waves breaking on the shore, the feel of the wet sand under my feet, the view of the ebbing waves leaving the sea foam behind, and the mesmerizing sight of sunset on the horizon. And the sea breeze is like a healing touch for wounds I myself have the least idea about. This environ is magic, therapy and stress release. There are so many little wonders in the beach. Every seashell has a story. Conches washed ashore to have a tale. They bring in deep mysteries, they speak of unknown underwater legends. They instill creativity and imagination in a thirsty mind.

At Konark Temple- Near Chandrabhaga Beach

I place a conch shell near the ear to hear the sound of the sea waves. It's a solace. I wish I could wake up one day to the view of the sea, enjoy my cup of hot coffee and a croissant in the balcony that faces the sea. Eulogize the vast mass of water, paint pretty pictures of the world it holds within, enchants with the mysteries unknown and delve deep to find those answers of questions that remain unasked. Then write and write till sleep invades my consciousness yet again.

It's strange how we humans tend to fall for something that we fear the most. I fear the deep waters, yet I want to go there. Awaiting the next visit to the beach. Scuba diving's on my list. Snorkeling too. I hope, dearly wish, this is not just wishful thinking.

Chandrabhaga Beach
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Queeristan by Parmesh Sahani

  Queeristan (Amazon Link) Thanks to Audible Free Trial I listened to this amazing non-fiction on LGBTQ inclusion in Indian workplaces. Author Parmesh Sahani identifies as gay Indian, working closely with Godrej higher management and employees for years to create an inclusive workplace, both legally and in spirit. This book is a result of those years of experience, research, collaboration with individuals from difference spectrum of the society and organizations who has successfully transitioned into a queer friendly one.   Indian history is inclusive. From the Khajuraho temple architectures, to Konark to the Rig Veda, there is existing proofs even 2000 years ago of Indian inclusiveness of queer. It’s the draconian British law that criminalised it, which was scraped in 2009, came into effect once again following a sad judgement in 2013 and eventually was scraped off for good in 2018. I am in awe of the lawyers who fought this legal battle- colleagues and partners – Arundhati Katju

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