{borrowed the dusty hot wind - sirocco from the Sahara, to match the rhyme} =D
My sis told about this secret spot (let's call it so) when we visited her on 25th March 2011. And so on our return trip we took a detour and went there.
The first thing that caught my eyes was this fine silhouette of a mangrove... I think. I was so excited to see the surrounding coastal beauty and almost missed the heartbreaking sight right next to it.
See all the paper and polythene lying on the beach? And I thought this was a secluded one. Despite the sight I inched forward.
There's still more. Did they get washed ashore, or did people toss them carelessly? No one knows.. except the poor mangrove.
The sound of the waves or the wind couldn't hide the painful whimper, "Please save me from these slithering polythene monsters. They are strangling me!"
I looked straight ahead. The blue ocean is silently listening in a pensive mood. Calm and quiet, yet twinkling under the lazy evening sun.
I looked to my right. Some folks have marked their presence all over. The smooth tawny sand was in total disorder. Could they be the perpetrators who accompanied the polythene monsters?
The waves began to rise.. tangled in anxious and tensed emotions.
I wanted to move forward, embrace the vast ocean and become a milky white surf.. so these fine waves could carry me far away from these fearful monsters.
The salty surface glittered like a silvery mirror and the waves slowly rose high. In fear I stepped back.
But the sea was very kind. It only sent a gentle wave to greet me.. with a smile.
I stepped back more. And the sea followed.
In the distance the waves roared. But at my feet the pearly ripples smiled. I smiled back at the vast blue ocean who is kind to all alike.
