Think of this. When was the last time you went to a beach? With what idea did you decide to go to the beach?
Did you ever think of the emotions you had while you were returning from that beach?
There was a difference isn’t it? What was that fog of emotions running in your mind during every nano second you spent there?
Can you picture each moment you had there? Every second of it? Can you picture the faces of people you went with? You’ll realise that you remember things at which you put your thought into, that moment.
The beach is not just a tourist place. It’s not just a place for romantics, kids, families, photoshoots and shops.
The way i see it, it’s a place of stories that went untold as it looked cliché. It’s a place for those bearded men wearing rectangle glasses and mirrored life style, to have an evening with their loved ones, realize and form a kaleidoscope of their own lives using those mirrors of despair.
It’s a place for that person who regretted everything he/she did and struggled towards solitude. Beach is a dream world for them.
Some people came to this beach one day, searching for an answer and the beach gave them the answer by proving them livelihood. Some of them worship it as their deity.
People say that the waves talk to us. For some the waves did not talk to them, but instead chose to listen to those people. Either way, it helped them.
From the people who come to beach to exercise to the orphan kid enjoying a bit by thinking over the ideology of the existence of the supreme soul, the beach is a place where the themes of stories date each other in an unknown dimension.
Sometimes, When we’re at the beach, it seems like we’re thinking nothing, but the thoughts we put up on the winds is unexplainable. If thinking about everything without consciously thinking anything isn’t peace? Then what is? We seem to be forming a new fog of thoughts filled with heavy emotions and yet feel light and completely ignorant about the flow of our thoughts. Someone should give a name to this astral projection.
The beach seems far from home to everyone. Whether you’re in the next street across the shore or in another city, the beach is indeed far from your lives.
I wonder if the winds carry these scattered thoughts in the beach and spread it out over the city.
From providing hope to the lives of people who come there, to giving a light, intense hug to the talks we shared there, the beach triumphed everything else.
From becoming a pit stop to travellers to becoming a place for serious life changing conversations, the beach has identified itself as a refugees’ home for a lot of lives.
” கடற்கரை வாசலே, கலங்கிய கண்களுக்கும் நீ தான் அன்றைய சொர்க்கம்
வினா தேடி வருபோர்க்கு, கனா அளிக்கும் தன்மையை நீ பெற்றது எவ்வாறு?
அடைக்கலம் பெற வந்த என்னை புல்லாங்குழல் சத்தம் வரவேற்றதும் உன் வேலை தானோ
பறந்த மனம் பெற்ற ஒரே ஜீவன் நீ என்பதை உணர்ந்தேன்.
துள்ளி, தவிழ்ந்து, ஓர் நாய்குட்டிப்போல் உன் அலைகள் என் கால்களை உரச,
கோடி புன்னகையாய் நான் ஜொலித்தேன்
அலை ஓசைகளின் மத்தியில், தாலாட்டு பாடும் உன் சுவாசம் எம் மேல் சாய,
கோடி கண்ணீர் நினைவுகளின் மத்தியில் நான் சிரித்தேன்
கடற்கரையாகி உன்னிடம் சேர்ந்து வாழ கனவு கண்டேன். ”