My dear ocean...

Our association began ever since my birth and it grew thicker as almost three decades flew by. Though you mean much more than a childhood friend to me, I was never enchanted with your presence as I was in the recent past and especially today. Just being with you was so meditative and a complete experience. I was just wondering why I was mesmerised so much today and why not over so many years…
Tracing the major milestones of our friendship, I think I am truly reconnecting to you today after a gap of several years.  Though you were at a motorable distance from my home, we would meet mostly on holidays. We would wait for days together for the sea bath. And ancestral home is situated at the banks of your backwaters! I just remember how hard we would try to explain the connection between the sea and the backwater to guests just to boast that we live by the seaside.
But those were the years when I failed to fathom your vastness, depth and expanse… as a child, I was unmindful of your vastness, wary of your depth and unaware of your expanse…For the past couple of years, it was just like too much of sea and I started avoiding the seashores for holiday outings…
All of a sudden when I visited my native place Devgad, I felt we have much deeper connection. I wanted my one-and-a-half-year-old daughter to be a sea-friend. I started visiting you every morning all through my stay there and found out unfound meanings and yes, those findings were profound.
I also started listing unvisited beaches nearby my village and yes, there were a plenty of them. We may separate you by locations but eventually, you are one.
During the recent visits, I would enjoy sand walk or even early morning yoga sessions but just looking at you was a meditation in itself. I can sit next to you for unlimited number hours and immerse myself in the waves as they emerged and merged with you. Some days you would be totally quiet while one day, when it was likely to rain and you were aggressive. The water had reached the small pathway that took us to you. The fort in the sand I made with my daughter, too, was swept away. I just sat by your side and yes, realised you hadn’t lost your rhythm in aggression too…
Your aggression and calmness both represent life as it is. True, you were sending a warning note that you always cannot dance to the man’s tune when human beings have been so much inhuman and unnatural with nature…
The next day, you were calm again. I knew my daughter was looking for the fort in the sand. She could be little upset but that was a great lesson. We made it with new conviction and realisation that it is bound to be washed away.
My dear ocean, I had sweated it out many times before but with you, I know what it is to perspire, with your depth and expanse, I know better what it is to aspire…
The footprints in the sand are deeper, to be washed away with you and seashore is a clean slate all over again…in life there is nothing concrete, nothing permanent… rhythm is constant in spite of all ups and downs. Calmness at the bottom sea is eternal and all the upheaval is just on the surface.
My dear ocean, I understand you better with every visit and try to better myself leaving behind the footprints in the sand to be washed away by waves…after all, nothing is etched in stone except  your impressions carved in the deep recesses of mind…

Yours,
Kanchan 



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