It had turned out to be a fight for freedom, an issue of now or never, a do or a die as the cliche goes. We had to find the right moment, the perfect moment of blue and white. The journey had become a quest for us outsiders, a token to take back as proof for greener pasteurs and bluer waves out there. When we finally reached destination finale, after hours of soaring tempers and disappointed ideas, there was no more room for any further wait. The urge was obvious when each pair of feet ran out of land at the first sight of the sea, a thirst quenched by the first drop of the ocean water on our feet.
An hour later, as I walked back, satisfied for the minute with the amount of ocean I had in me, I took a second look at the beauty that lay in front of me. It had been an old lover's return, the first touch had the same sense of urgency and had sent out the same shrills as the initial touch of fingers, after seeming years of separation. As I had let the waves take me in and wet me through, it had been a feeling of complete surrender, a complete acceptance of anything my mate had in mind, a total trust in letting life go ahead with each wave.
As the day had unfolded, there were a million trinkets of emotions sprayed across the floor of my mind. There were a series of ex-es and the questions of life post a fall-out, questioning my very roots in the belief of love. Then there was the eternal question of weighing your friends as much as you weigh your emotions. was it wrong on my part to expect all the goodies at one go and not want to make a choice of one over the other?! Is it too complicated a thought to compartmantalise, to make sure there is room for everyone in our lives?! That way, one gets to eat the cherry and the pudding. I believe there is always enough love in our hearts to share it around and there should never be a point in your lives where you will have to stop giving away to one, in order to satisfy another. If you find yourself having reached that crossroad, where it is one or the other, then there lies hell; a fate that you have built for yourself and are the only one to be blamed.
As I lay there, on the pristine white sands, letting the crystal sea wash itself through me, I experienced a cleansing of sorts. A purging of thoughts, ideas, emptions and any such baggage that life rests on you. All I felt was the sea, the lash of the waves, the sound of the air and the moment. And a holy thought it was, to live every minute for its due worth. Who may tell what trials may swarm you down tomorrow! As we had drove down to the beach, on a strip of inconspicuous land across the vast, over bearing ocean, my life had decided to do just that, enjoy every stretch of beauty that lay around me; complete with all its colors and shades.
A new year had quietly found its way in; neither announcing itself consciously nor making a hullahoo about it. And I had grown a step closer to maturity, a small foot ahead to a life where I could decide to live a life that I choose to carve for myself and not let commitments bind me down. As I had watched the last inch of the sun's orange blend into the blue, I had let all fears and worries rest and had enjoyed myself to the last minute.
I cruised into another destination, the wind playing games with my hand and summed up the happenings of the last one day in one sentence :
It is always worth getting dirty and letting some sand mess with your hair.
