Posted on: Sep 20, '07
A fiction I wrote...
The blue bay lay lazily in front of her. There were not many tourists on the beach, she was alone out there. I always loved the sea, she thought lowering herself on the warm sand.
Yes, she had always loved the sea, with its limitless power, mystery and beauty. She always felt a strange calm come over her whenever she heard waves crash against the rocks, by the cliff. It made her feel beautiful, just like the water spray soaring in the air after a wave crashes onto the cliff. It meant defiance to her, of the wave not giving up to the strength of the rock solid cliff. Year after year she keeps on striking the cliff and making her porous, weak and never gives up…patience. That’s what the wave taught her.
She sat close to the water, so that the waves kissed her feet as they began their journey back in to the mighty ocean. The sun was slowly making his decent as she looked out towards the horizon. She smiled to herself as she let her hair loose and felt the sea breeze playing through them.
“A flower for the lady?” a big magnolia got planted in her hair. That musky smell mixed with the salty smell of the sea trailed him as he came over and sat by her side.
“Hello there. Thank you for this beautiful gift.” She said adjusting the beautiful flower in her hair.
He smiled that slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. He followed her gaze towards the horizon. And there they sat, side by side, looking in the same direction, a sense of calm and comfort engulfing them, just like the warmth of setting sun.
The seagulls hovered over them, looking out for something to eat. Some glided down on the wet sand and walked around the beach, poking their beaks in the sand for baby crabs. The fishing boats were returning home, breaking the calm of the ocean. Hungry, eager fishermen splashed around in the shallow waters as they pulled their boats out, away from the tide. Tired yet happy at the days catch, glad to be home after days at the sea, looking forward to their wife’s warm embrace and children’s happy chatter.
Her eyes turned colours with her thoughts, he noticed. There! They are light honey brown, and now they shift into a burned caramel dark brown colour. She smiled, her eyes still towards the horizon, “You dint have to come you know” she said. “Naa, just dint have much to do so thought of spending some time by the beach…” Her eyes turned hazel, somewhere between the light honey and dark caramel; he knew that she knew him inside out to catch his stupid excuse. “You still have a long way to go as far as excuses go…” she said laughing…her long hair simmering in the breeze, making the magnolia fall on her lap. ”Well students can never match up to the teacher’s knowledge of the art” he said fallowing the wave that was retreating after touching her feet. Oh! How he wanted to do the same, but something warned him against doing so. He knew heart in heart that the magic will be lost.
He heard her laugh, that low one building into loud carefree laugh. The laugh he so loved. He turned towards her. She was gone. The magnolia was floating away into the deep ocean with a retreating wave. He touched the sand where she was sitting, still warm…just the way she was when he had held her, in the hospital as she slowly slipped away from him…She wanted to go in his arms, she had fought her end for two days just to be in his arms, till he confirmed that she was “Really” dying and it wasn’t one of her insecurity bouts!
If only she had told him the reason for her to ask him to spend some more time with her was not her insecurity but the incurable type of cancer she was suffering from.
If only…
Tags: fiction, love, trust, strength
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