Story of a lost journalist

January 26, 2008

In the beach

Filed under: Nature,Personal — Cris @ 19:12

In the Beach

It’s been years since I last went to the beach. The first and foremost thing I like to do in a beach is to get as wet as possible though mostly dipping my legs is as far as I was let to. As a kid I wasn’t allowed to stray away from my Mom’s hands or go anywhere beyond the wave-feet scrubbing level. As I grew up I tried acting deaf when Mom would call from behind to come back.

Today, a friend of mine and I stood for some time against the waves while Mom kept calling us back. As each wave came and touched me and then went away, there was this feeling of ecstasy – if you keep looking at the retreating wave, you’d feel you are moving with it; that you are going to the big mass of water with it. I imagine each wave has a meaning. There are 3 kinds – one which just misses your feet, one which gives a slight rub and one which washes you upside down. The one which just misses you are souls or people who were very close to becoming a part of your life and you somehow missed it – maybe you missed a bus that person and you were going to meet in and be lifetime friends. Then the one which rubs your legs and goes away are those people or souls who had come to be a part of your life for a short while and went away too fast – with or without leaving back a memory. I’d like to imagine it’s after leaving a memory, ‘cause that’s why it touches you – touch your heart you know though literally speaking its your leg. And the final kind, as obvious its people or souls who are all over you – cover you with their love or care or bonding or even hatred and soak you with it.

It was nice imagining all that while I watched the water moving and the sand covering my feet. Infact you could further go on and say that it’s with those second category people who go away from your life too fast that you feel you are taken away too – maybe it’s the pain of seeing them go away.

We went back and walked a little in the sand and then sat down. It was getting dark. The sky was clear – there was a jet plane very far away and the shining star-like things children threw up (I have no idea what that thing is but it looked cool). My friend happened to be this amazing singer. So when we were fairly far from others, we made her sing and hum songs. It was awesome! Sitting there in that sand beach, watching the sky, smelling the sea, hearing the waves, feeling the wind and dreaming in music… Her voice was flowing in the wind. What a beautiful evening it was turning out to be. Those few moments I knew what heaven would be like if there was to be a heaven… I guess heaven is when you feel this happy – it is not where you are. Wherever you are, if you could get yourself to forget things and think and feel this happy you have landed yourself in heaven.

The dinner afterwards and the journey back were not that thrilling; though meeting a friend and family and holding his 2-year old kid added few moments to my book of happy-moments-in-Cris’s-life.

It was a nice day. It was a nice Saturday.  


  1. here comes a big wave..whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

    Comment by justajester — January 27, 2008 @ 07:55 | Reply

  2. Ayy who is that long haired guy? 😉

    Comment by Gov — January 31, 2008 @ 09:09 | Reply

  3. I liked the comparison. Good work.

    Comment by me! — February 18, 2008 @ 23:41 | Reply

  4. It is a beautiful thought that the Waves are souls, dont know which one group I will suit in.. There are a 4th type of ways .. They Just Touch your Feet but They sure will leave their mark.. the ones which will always make you wish for its come back.. Sometimes if you are lucky enough.. It does.. 🙂 Yet another Beautiful Post with the Sea as subject,.. Please do visit the sea.. I am sure it will give me another wonderful post to read..

    Comment by Javed Miandad — January 1, 2012 @ 03:43 | Reply

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