Serendipity

This island was a new place to me. It had just been a few days since I landed here. People and their behaviour were totally different from my own people back in my mother land. For some reason they projected themselves as unfriendly or may be it was my interpretation about them. They hardly spoke. One of the most cleanest and advanced countries in the world has the most number of lost faces too. Either they are too engrossed with the modern day technology (also while on the run) or they are working day and night. Each of their silent, expressionless and exhausted faces were screaming for some fresh, soothing air and as I say, a "Me-Time." Yes. I could read their blank faces cause I too had a blank face.

It was a summer day, I was at this place for one whole evening which seemed like a while. I walked up till the beach and saw a couple enjoying with their little kid. At that point of time, everything for them was just perfect, especially for the child.The best part of being a little child is that you can own the moment. Parents are always there for you till they die but it is the child who grows up to be the distant creature. I stood in the porch and watched them for a while.

Then I walked away from them. I opened my vans and strolled in the warm sand barefoot. The feeling was incredible. It was a treat to my soles, a million molecules of sand massaging my exhausted feet all at once. The sea breeze made my skin sticky and hair disheveled. I wanted to roam the beach aimlessly, carefree.

So, after a lazy stroll along the beach I walked up to the land jutting out from the beach filled with palm trees. The ground was covered with white sand, a few patches of green grass and bushes and covered with dry leaves. I deliberately walked on the dry leaves, the scrunching sound was quite satisfying. Every second a wave crashed against its wall. Huge cargo ships chained to one another in a row at a distant. The horizon behind those ships were bright orange, blending in with the clear blue sky. The view was breathtaking.

I sat in the edge and tried to observe every little thing that my eyes could see. The sun was ready to set. The breeze was beginning to get cooler. It was a soothing moment. That day, in that particular moment I realised that I needed to be alone sometimes in order to recharge myself again and return to my hassle full of life. My mind was at peace. The racing thoughts inside my head were at rest. My noisy mind kept quiet that evening. I just sat there alone like the little mermaid on a rock waiting for her lover. The only difference was that there wasn't any waiting in that moment. I was not waiting anymore. Expectations and disappointments just vanished, evaporated perhaps. I was self content and I loved myself for choosing this entire evening over a dazzling dinner party.

It was a moment of healing, rejuvination, self discovery, self realisation and self love. A moment of ressurection.

After so many months my heart was not aching. Those raging, tempestuous, crashing waves somehow, brought stillness and composure to my mind.

Like the little child in the beach, I too was being pampered by the warmth of the setting sun.

All of these, the sea, the shade, the sun, the waves, the soft salty breeze were love, the purest kind of love that nature was showering upon me.