FOR MY FRIENDS IN AMAZON UK

I loved watching from the shore. I loved seeing the happy faces of different people. I loved the way the water splashes when they played. I loved the castles they built even if they knew it will fall down one way or another. Above all, I loved the wave.

For me, wave has always been aquamarine. It soothes. It cools. It is a symbol of serenity. Whenever helplessness or confusion comes, it has always been a good remedy. It provides calmness and peace. I was content just by watching it.

One day, a friend pulled me towards the sea. I was afraid of the unknown, of the possible changes that I might get by touching the water that I so loved to watch. The calmness and the peace– they might disappear. My toes touched it and I was mystified. It felt good. It felt real. And just as I was starting to enjoy the feeling, I never saw the wave coming. It came crashing over me. Stunning me. Consuming me. Where was my peace? Where was my serenity? As much as I was flabbergasted, I also felt relief. It felt better than I ever dreamt. It welcomed me in. It never judged my mood. Instead of peace and quiet, I found a melody, a beautiful music. Instead of brooding and content, I found joy and laughter. Soon, I found myself playing with it. Staying at the shore is not enough anymore. Suddenly, I realized that the wave was not a frail aquamarine. It’s a prism of rainbow.

However, as soon as it came crashing, the sooner it passed as well. It was saddening. It was scarier than facing the unknown. But then I recognized the tingle it left on my skin, the taste it bequeathed in my mouth, the joy it gave my heart. Most of all, I caught the pearls that it carried to me. These precious stones of different colors and textures. ... Read more »