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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My Last Trip Before Lockdown

When Covid19 had just put its foot in the country with only 3 cases in Kerala, we had our Ooty trip planned. All tickets and bookings were done since the new year. With just three days in hand, four of us travelled from Mumbai, Pune and Bhubaneswar, to Kempegowda International Airport, Bengaluru, to join a few others staying in the city. And the excitement to finally meet one another after 6 months of that trip to Pune, the Lohagard Trek- we were kids excitedly clicking selfies in our face masks, hurriedly putting a quick dab of sanitizer before hugging one another.

Next day early morning we were to start for Ooty. Sleepy heads, gulping a bowl each of muesli, we started onward journey to Bandipur National Park. Devouring uttapams, dosas and piping hot cups of coffee for breakfast at a restaurant by the highway, chit chats were full on, as was the music and dance in the 12-seater vehicle. Funny anecdotes had us laughing our hearts out, gossips were such a thrill and cooking recipe exch…

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