IT HAPPENED BY THE SEA

PEOPLE BELIEVE THAT THE GREATEST LOVE STORIES ARE FOUND IN THE CLASSICS LIKE ROMEO & JULIET OR IN THE HALLOWED MINARETS OF THE TAJ MAHAL. ADMIST THE GLIMMER OF THESE MAN-MADE EPITOMES, THEY OFTEN FAIL TO NOTICE THE SUBTLE SIGNS OF LOVE THAT NATURE SENDS OUT IN WAYS AS SIMPLE AS LOVE’S ITSELF. THE INTERPLAY BETWEEN THE WAVE AND THE SAND IS YET ANOTHER SIMPLE YET PROFOUND TALE FROM THE WOMB OF NATURE. I SOMETIMES SNEAK OUT TO THE BEACH JUST TO GAZE AT THEIR COURTSHIP IN SOLITUDE.

IN THE MYRIAD OF WAVES APPROACHING FROM THE HORIZON, TRY SINGLING OUT ONE AND OBSERVE ITS VARIOUS SHADES. THE WEARY WAVE HAS TRAVELLED FOR LONG, CROSSING THE GULF, MINGLING WITH THE BIG STREAMS, TOSSING & TURNING, ALL IN THE FOND HOPE OF EMBRACING THE SAND. HE HAD MADE A PROMISE TO HER IN THE DISTANT PAST THAT ONE DAY THEY WILL MEET AGAIN. SINCE THEN, THE SAND HASN’T MOVED FROM THE SHORELINE. EVERY NIGHT AND DAY, SHE WAITS BY THE SEA TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF HER WAVE. HIGH TIDE, LOW TIDE, THE VICIOUS MONSOON STORMS, NOTHING CAN DETER HER. SHE HAS AND WILL WAIT FOR HIM EVEN IF IT TAKES AN ETERNITY, FOR SHE HAS LEARNT FROM NATURE THE MOST VALUABLE TREASURE OF LOVE— THAT OF UNFATHOMABLE PATIENCE AND UNWAVERING FAITHFULNESS.

SIGH! IT IS A TRAGEDY THAT SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS LOVE IS ALWAYS DISTORTED BY THE COMPLEXITIES OF LIFE. THE WAVE, A MEAGRE SPECK IN THE HUGE BOTTOMLESS OCEAN, TRIES TO HOLD STILL AND REMAIN AFLOAT. HE IS AT THE MERCY OF THE OCEAN, A BODY SO VAST THAT NO ONE KNOWS WHERE IT BEGINS AND WHERE IT ENDS. SURE HE CAN, AT ANY MOMENT, CALL IT QUITS AND RETURN BACK TO HIS BELOVED. BUT HE IS NO ESCAPIST AND KNOWS HIS RESPONSIBILITIES WELL. LIFE GOES ON & HE SAILS FARTHER AND FARTHER AWAY FROM HER. ON SILENT NIGHTS, HE WOULD LOOK UP AT THE MOON, SENDING OUT A SILENT PRAYER AND REAFFIRMING ALL THE PROMISES HE HAD MADE TO HER. IN NATURE EVERYTHING COMES AROUND IN A FULL CIRCLE. AT THE END OF ALL THE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS, IT WAS TIME FOR HIM TO SET OUT ON HIS JOURNEY BACK HOME. TUGGED ALONG BY THE KINDLY MOONLIGHT, HE PACED UP HIS STEPS WITH RENEWED VIGOR. THE WAVE SURGED AND SURGED, ALL SET FOR THE YONDER COASTLINE.

SHE HAS STOOD THERE ALL THIS TIME, UNFAZED BY ALL THE ODDITIES. SHE MIGHT BE FRAIL AND WORN OUT NOW, BUT HER HEART STILL REVERBERATES WITH SAME STRONG EMOTION OF SEEING HIM ONCE AGAIN. IT WAS A CALM, FULL MOON NIGHT WITH THE WIND BLOWING JUST STRONGLY ENOUGH TO STIR THE LEAVES BUT NOT WAKE THEM UP FROM THEIR NIGHTLY DREAMS. TIP-TOEING ACROSS THE SEA, HE REACHES THE COAST TO IMMERSE HIS EYES WITH HER SIGHT THAT HE HAD BEEN LONGING FOR ALL THESE YEARS. FAST ASLEEP IN THE LULLABY OF THE WIND, SHE GLITTERED LIKE A DIAMOND IN THE BLUE MOONLIGHT. HE GOES UP TO HER AND TOUCHES HER WITH HIS FEATHERED HANDS, GENTLY CARESSING HER. HOW MANY SLEEPLESS NIGHTS HE HAD SPENT JUST FOR RELIVING THIS MOMENT! THE WAVE LINGERS AROUND, SILENTLY ADMIRING HER. BUT AS SOON AS THE DRY SAND WAKES UP TO THE TOUCH OF THE WAVES, HE IS PULLED BACK BY THE SEA. HE DOESN’T PROTEST, FOR HE KNOWS THAT THE TIDE MUST GO ON. SHE OPENS HER EYES AS THE WAVE SILENTLY RECEDES BACK TO THE SEA. SHE KNEW HE WAS THERE; SHE CAN STILL FEEL HIS GENTLE SMILE OVER HER. SHE ALSO UNDERSTANDS HIS COMPULSIONS AND LOOKING OUT, SMILES FONDLY TOWARDS THE SEA, KNOWING THAT HE IS OUT THERE SOMEWHERE. POSSIBLY AFTER ANOTHER ETERNITY THE WAVE WILL RETURN BACK TO HIS SAND, BUT THEN WHO CAN FORECAST ABOUT THE WHIMS OF THE SEA? HE MIGHT BE CARRIED FAR, FAR AWAY WITH THE CURRENT, MAYBE MEETING FELLOW WAVES ON THE WAY OR MAYBE BEING SWALLOED UP BY A LARGER WAVE. SHE RESTS HER FAITH ON NATURE BECAUSE ONE DAY THERE WILL BE ANOTHER FULL CIRCLE, AND THE WAVE MIGHT COME BACK AGAIN TO MEET HER.

PERHAPS LOVE DOESN’T ALWAYS MEAN THE ACTUAL MEETING OF TWO SOULS. LOVE SOMETIMES PERSONIFIES SACRIFICE, AND AT TIMES TEACHES SOMEONE ENTANGLED IN THE COBWEB OF LIFE MANY A LESSON. IT IS QUARTER TO ONE AS I MAKE MY WAY BACK FROM THE BEACH. AS I LOOK UP, I SEE THE MOON SHINING BRIGHT. MAYBE THE MOON IS TUGGING ME ALONG TOO, TO WHOM AND TO WHERE, I DON’T KNOW. I CAN TAKE SOLACE IN THE FACT THAT AT LEAST THE MOON KNOWS THAT FOR SURE, AND SAILING ALONG THE SEA, I TOO SHALL REACH MY SHORE SOME DAY…

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