Think about long walks on the beach..
All so lovely, all so dreamy, all so romantic?
I mean, if I am on the beach, I would jump, run, splash around in the waves. Chase the waves. Swim, surf, challenge the waves.
I would suddenly startle & run behind a friend or make a friend run behind me – madly – for no reason. And laugh at the craziness of our behavior.
I would play with the sand. Make mounds and name it a castle. Even have a house-warming ceremony for it.
I would collect shells. Throw back starfish and oysters into the ocean, if they have been washed ashore alive.
I would chase crabs. Or just watch them flitting by funnily, if I am feeling saintly.
I would watch people for a while. And catch up on the years of missed out beach sundal, molagai bajji and balloon shooting, if I happen to be in Chennai.
I would sit and watch the waves letting time rushing past uninhibited. Just the waves – thundering, crashing, playful waves, checking on me now & then, teasing, evasive, soft, twirling in silence, taunting me by their total absence – the whole spectrum. Waves dazzling in golden metallic splendor, if the sun happens to touch the horizon.
And talk my heart out if a loved one happens to be sitting beside me.
Now.. WHY on earth would I take long walks on the beach?
I can do that anywhere! To watch the sun or moon playing hide-and-seek among tree branches? That can be enjoyed on a deserted road – better if it winds around a hill. And guess what? I don’t even have to watch where I step to avoid stepping on filth, glass pieces and the like.
Am I supposed to walk watching the water?
I can’t do that facing the water front – for obvious reasons!
Am I supposed to walk along the coast, turning my head sideways to watch the waves?
Rrrrright! As if I don’t have enough pain in the neck already!!
Just WHAT is this whole concept of long walks on the beach all about?
I just don’t get it!