A wave of thoughts hit the shore of my mind as the waves touched my feet leaving it wet. I often come down to the sea shore, the aura is nostalgic here. My hand leaves an imprint on the wet sand as I touch it but with another wave, it vanishes. Unlike the imprint, my memories of here don't vanish away with the strong waves. As an eleven year kid, I used to come to the shore with mumma every evening watching the sunset, making sand castles. But every time the waves used to knock them down.
"My dear, few things belong to time" she said as she looked at my unhappy face. "So does the sand. But your dreams... they are your own. And hence very powerful, the waves cannot knock down the castle of dreams." I smiled at her as she kissed my forehead.
The memories are still fresh, when I shared my deepest fears with her. Holding her hand I glanced at her, her eyes were sparkling looking at the sight of the waves hitting the rock.
"Mumma, what is that you admire so much about water? I rather find it superstitious. I think water tempts all of us to merge into it. A magic it does as I look at it, as if some spirit is calling me into it."
She laughed and said,"no my child, water is inspiring. One should be like water, calm enough to flow in accordance with everything. On the other hand, strong enough to rise at times and reform everything."
As a kid, I was unable to interpret her deep words rightly. As time passed, the waves took her away from me leaving with me her golden words. My fear about water tempting one to merge into it became a reality of my life as she also merged into water, embracing death. But today I visit the sea shore with memories and not fear. Those memories revive as I look at the sands of time and the immortal sea.
"My dear, few things belong to time" she said as she looked at my unhappy face. "So does the sand. But your dreams... they are your own. And hence very powerful, the waves cannot knock down the castle of dreams." I smiled at her as she kissed my forehead.
The memories are still fresh, when I shared my deepest fears with her. Holding her hand I glanced at her, her eyes were sparkling looking at the sight of the waves hitting the rock.
"Mumma, what is that you admire so much about water? I rather find it superstitious. I think water tempts all of us to merge into it. A magic it does as I look at it, as if some spirit is calling me into it."
She laughed and said,"no my child, water is inspiring. One should be like water, calm enough to flow in accordance with everything. On the other hand, strong enough to rise at times and reform everything."
As a kid, I was unable to interpret her deep words rightly. As time passed, the waves took her away from me leaving with me her golden words. My fear about water tempting one to merge into it became a reality of my life as she also merged into water, embracing death. But today I visit the sea shore with memories and not fear. Those memories revive as I look at the sands of time and the immortal sea.
