From the pen APN
It was evening and the sea beach glowed
with many neon lights. The white foaming waves washed the beach at regular
intervals. The beach-side hotels were actively serving many visitors while some
other people were roaming along the shore. The gentle sound of the waves lapping
the sand filled the atmosphere like a piece of romantic music. Unnecessary
noises were shadowed by the sea’s murmuring song and the place was sanctified
by nature’s purifying touch.
The sea and its reverberating
song along with the evening sky and the wind from the sea had transformed the
place into an abode of deep meditation.
The sea created an image of
vastness and the rippling waves on it signified life. So standing on the shore
beneath a lamp post and looking intently towards the breaking waves triggered deep
philosophical thoughts which was like a puff of fresh air.
A boat with its stretched sails
was slowly returning to the shore. The rotating beam of light from the light
house guided the boat to reach the shore safely. The fisherman’s crew alighted
from the boat with their nets and other fishing equipments. They looked tired
but they were not disappointed anyway because the sea had given them enough
wealth to live happily for the coming day. The smell of the raw fish filled the
nostrils......
Soon the fish will decorate the
plates of many spiritually and physically hungry men and women. They will eat
together and then they will sleep together in each other’s arms.
The moon appeared amidst the
twinkling stars and the night wore on. Now the number of people on the beach
gradually thinned out. Most of the visitors now bade adieu to the night sea and
left the place for their homes and families. However, one young man sat
motionless staying aloof from the dispersing crowd. He sat meditatively for
hours and, in the mean time, the moon seemed as if it came walking from the
east sky to the sky just above his head only to give its company to the human
form. It was mid-night and the moon was now glancing down.
In the absence of the crowd and
with none to stand by his side the last visitor ought to feel sad and lonely
but he was on the contrary glad and tranquil. It was because the sandy beach,
the silvery light of the crescent shaped moon, the murmur of the rolling waves,
the whispering wind and the night sky stood together in all their beauty and
power with that last visitor of the day.
The solitary visitor now stood
from his seating place and flexed his muscles. He inhaled a deep breath of pure
life giving sea wind and the particles of life force trickled down from all
sides that is from the smiling moon, from the endless starry sky, from the
sombre sea, from the benign sandy beach and from the fair wind around him.
With his eyes seaward, in the
depths of a meditative absorption, he understood that NATURE NOURISHES and so
life continues.
