(The inspiration for this post came after reading a beautiful thought on a friend‘s Facebook page. Individuality is such a rare factor these days, with many of us (sometimes including me) trying to be someone else. All for the sake of getting into somebody’s good books. Then, I read an apt quote by Johnny Depp, “I think everybody’s weird. We should all celebrate our individuality and not be embarrassed or ashamed of it.” Now, who can argue with Johnny boy? And it got me thinking about my own weirdness and quirks that make me….well…me!)
I am not a morning person but I love waking up to the chirping sound of birds.
Chocolate is the answer to all the problems. And then Coffee.
The best sound in the world is the sound of waves lashing against each other and the rocks.
I love scavenging for sea shells and coloured stones.
I am not a believer but every time I see the vast expanse of an ocean or the might of a mountain, I experience God.
Sometimes, I dance with a complete abandon. It’s my way to get a high.
When I am really happy, I throw my head back and laugh a throaty laughter. People then call me mad but I am just happy.
I love the feeling of ocean water slowly washing my feet.
I have many expensive gifts but the best one is a black marble Ganesha given to me by some villagers from a tiny hamlet in Rajasthan.
I don’t care for perfection; imperfections are endearing.
There are many things that make Me.
Just like many things that make You.
Then why this rush to be someone else?
The skies are bright again but the mind knows no relief. I am bleary eyed, ridden with insomnia and a doubtful mind; I look for a quick out from the mundanity. Sometimes, escapism brings a great joy, calmness and clarity of mind. Introspection, I call it. The beauty of the ocean, its greatness, the sound of waves lashing against the rocks calms me, uplifts me, inspires me, awes me and definitely humbles me.
With the rays of sun slowly teasing my senses and my heart fluttering at the prospect of yet another new discovery I step out hopeful and head towards South sea beach in the water front city of Portsmouth. The sea comes in many tantalizing forms as I discovered. Here there is no sand but the beach is made of many different types of stones, scattered and littered. I gingerly walk on them collecting some which catch my attention. They are pink, jade, sea green and some with a bit of sea weed on them. As French explorer, Jacques Yves Cousteau famously said, “the sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.”
Yes, it has me firm in its net. In the horizon, somewhere where the sky meets the sea line, I see piers. There are two piers, I am told. The south parade pier and the Clarence Pier; the sites are now amusement centers. But to me from this distance the sight looks like a picture perfect postcard evoking great wonderment.
People come and go. Some are running, some are cycling, and many are even flying kites. As for me, I am once again lost in my bubble. I am at the safe place where the sea and its waves is my biggest comfort. Once again, the sea has succeeded in wrapping me around its safe arms. I feel uplifted, a tiny smile plays on my lips and the former frown lines are disappearing. The sea whispers to me to march on with head held high and that everything will be alright.
The dark clouds which were hovering around me are long gone and I am at a beautiful, happy place.
Just me, my thoughts and of course the ever calming sea.