My castle of sand.

As a child I used to go on a beach and sit by the sea side , imagining what a beautiful sand castle can look like . Then I would built it with the help of the sand and water and in a hope that it would turn out the prettiest. Hope was the main ingredient in all my castles. Then the sun would set and the waves used to reach nearer to my sand castle but I would worry seldom cause I knew I will make a new and prettier one the next time. and just like my foot prints were washed away eventually the castle would break into sand too. I would turn around and smile while watching it go away. In all of this life went on and I grew- up but I never stopped making a sand castle . This sand castle of mine had different rooms for different emotions . In the biggest room of all lived happiness and the in smallest room resided the sadness. That's how it has always been but as the time passed a bit more the biggest room was occupied by the doubts and the joy would roam seldom in the galleries of the castle.

This castle of sand was safe and secure in the shade of the palm tree until the waves started coming closer and a splash of a wave felt fresh and cold. In the sunlight of the beach my sand castle felt the need of the water and water can be of what harm? the waves came nearer and the sand started loosening up but the smoothness was smooth enough to keep the castle there . Eventually the waves took over my sand castle and it broke into granules of sand ,and I stood there and watched . And this time I could not smile cause it has taken me years to built this castle and it was all It could be ,full of zeal ,life , happiness and a bit doubt but it was mine . I sat by the sea side and cried this time I screamed in agony I said why you waves came close ? why you destroyed it and why you took all of it with you? I saw the sun set and the moon rising . My numb eyes dried and I got up to go , why to wait for the waves to return my castle ? I realised in sometime that it wasn't the waves to be blamed but my castle that I pushed near the sea , when I knew the law of nature . It took me a while to analyze but I did, that my castle can be built again.

It was the same sand and my same hand with which I had made my castle of sand . After a few days I showed up again and sat down by the sea side imagining what a beautiful sand castle can look like and I am again in the process of making it but this time a bit far away from the big waves ,Under the shade of the palm tree. My pretty sand castle.