pilgrim’s blog

She sat idle, her mind devoid of all thoughts. The little boy played around her feet .Her eyes never left his face for once. With the passage of time she could sense restlessness in his behaviour. Playing around her feet, alone, was not entertaining him any more. Her lack of participation in his games was leading him to agitate. The mid noon heat of the sun and her yet to recover nerves held her back from joining the boy in his tricks. But however she made a small compromise to pacify him. She moved closer to him. Seeing her budge to his demands the little boy began to pull at her arms demanding more of her attention till she half heartedly agreed. He held on to her hands and began to swing it from one side to the other. Slowly she felt the stiffness in her limbs giving way to a weightlessness arising from the rocking movement. She let go of herself and immersed in the soothing motion.

The state of half sleep and half wakefulness, the soft lashing of the waves rocking her arose in her a maternal instinct which she had never felt before on her earlier visits to the sea. In the waves she saw a little boy tugging at his mother to join him in his playfulness. No amount of sternness on her part would stop him from what he wanted. Her attempt to come out of the water was spoiled by the little whirlpools that the waves threw at her feet.

When they reached the beach the sun was already up in the sky and the place crowded as never before which slightly dampened her spirits. She decided to make utmost use of the situation and geared up to participate in the fun and frolic around her though she had been looking forward to some quiet. Back from a bike ride on the blue waters her next stop over was for parasailing. It was while flying high above the turquoise waters miles away from the shore, tossed by the wind, did she first spot the small beach tucked away behind a cliff hidden from prying eyes. Enquiry told her that the only way to reach it was by crossing a waist deep rivulet followed by a climb down the cliff. Armed with proper directions they started, his purpose being to capture some fabulous shots while hers being to get lost if possible for ever.

Her steps traced towards the rivulet, the first hurdle on the way to her desired destination. But the thought of her and the sea alone was so appealing that the cross seemed painless. Then came the climb .The rocky terrain was difficult to overcome. But the desire to view the vast expanse of the ocean from atop was too strong to be ignored. So braving the steep, uneven climb she managed to reach the top of the cliff. The sea way below lay calm and undisturbed turning even the burning rays of the sun coming in contact with it to glittering gems.

The steep climb and the view of the sea vied with each other to lay claim on her breathlessness. The difficulty to reach the place partnered with its breath taking beauty was the true reason for her state then. Except for a shack offering authentic Goan cuisine there was nothing else there to mar the serenity of the place. It was so well surrounded by hills and thick foliage that only a sharp eye could spot it. The beach was naturally cordoned off by rock formation that acted as speed breakers to the onslaught of the waves thus turning their lashing to smooth caressing. The sand beneath her feet being loose was swept away by the receding water literally making her feel the land beneath her feet giving away or was she being swept off her feet. Indeed it was a lure of the unknown that made her take refuge in the embrace of the sea again and again…..