an event.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
♥ Sunday, December 28, 2008
At the horizon was that ball of light that gave the earth its life, sliding down to let night overwhelm. In front of its rays were the reflection borne on waters so calm a soul could find its rest by mere looking. An enjoyable, lovely quiet.The tiniest tremor, started a small ruckus that began as a mere ripple. The crescendo marked only what seemed to be a tiny squabble- a wave. Too banal to be understood or noticed. But that wave grew in ferocity, almost as a response to its apparent dismissal, in its search for significance. And in that second, it became tidal. It headed towards the only place it knew would hurt- the coast. Innocent sand once looking to be swept off their feet, now only too afraid to be washed away. But nature has its way with things- the water roared against the rocks just before hitting the sand. Rocks that grew in the passage of time; the lessons of the world that stood only to make it more callous and cold. Interestingly, the coast knew it was a part of the sea and would always be, the sea knew that it was defined by the coast and yet neither budged. As with humanity, all conflicts end in some form of regret. The waves slowly lost its force, but gently knocked on the grey boulders of the coast for a way in. A resolve that seems to bewilder even the coast herself, she struggles to keep indifference. Memories flood as history reminds both how a part of their lives each other has been. And a clenched fist, loosens...The sea spoke through the breeze in the language of want. More than desire, more than addiction, more than mere stubborness. A want that stays in the trials of despair and abyss of anger, a want that says we'll hold on together. A want that began the ocean and the land and the grey in between. The coast replied. In remarkable fashion, boulders loosened from the soil, and the streams of the ocean trickled its way along the paths the boulders had made, in mixed emotion of gratitude relief and regret- and gently caressed the sand, hailing the end of the ordeal. And after what seemed like eternity, dawn approached, and rays stroked the sand, like a hand on the cheek of a dimpled smile; like a kiss on a teary eye; like a whisper of 'merry christmas' in the midst of a dance.
