Life is at its prettiest best, when its at the break of dawn, or late in the night. That too when combined with a beach and a friend......no words.
Today's (10-Nov-2011) life got kick-started so excitedly, in thoughts of going to the beach.
And, you believed me.
With horrific alarm bells and horrified eyes, I mumble, "Oh God!!!....have to get up sooo early!". My flimsy bed cover holds me tight with as much warmth it could give, and my pillow singing sweetly in my ears. Oh then I realised, its my mobile phone. Who else, a call from my friend telling me "Get ready!!!"
Fifteen minutes later...
The silky sand pulls us in, welcoming us with deserted shops and sounds of the sea. Through meaningless chatter, I notice her bubbled up eyes lids, pink with lost sleep. And, awe, there it is...
The glory of the Sun - praised by the sea, with its droplets shimmering away with glittery golds. The waves all velvety and welcoming, goes up-down in a fashion of wanting me to come near it. I give in, letting the softest caress to my feet, ever so gently leaving me, making me want more.
An hour passes by, without us knowing, nor with complete sentences passing between us. Such magnificence is the art of God, and I, to receive it all.
Can man ever be able to create something greater than this?
Today's (10-Nov-2011) life got kick-started so excitedly, in thoughts of going to the beach.
And, you believed me.
With horrific alarm bells and horrified eyes, I mumble, "Oh God!!!....have to get up sooo early!". My flimsy bed cover holds me tight with as much warmth it could give, and my pillow singing sweetly in my ears. Oh then I realised, its my mobile phone. Who else, a call from my friend telling me "Get ready!!!"
Fifteen minutes later...
The silky sand pulls us in, welcoming us with deserted shops and sounds of the sea. Through meaningless chatter, I notice her bubbled up eyes lids, pink with lost sleep. And, awe, there it is...
The glory of the Sun - praised by the sea, with its droplets shimmering away with glittery golds. The waves all velvety and welcoming, goes up-down in a fashion of wanting me to come near it. I give in, letting the softest caress to my feet, ever so gently leaving me, making me want more.
An hour passes by, without us knowing, nor with complete sentences passing between us. Such magnificence is the art of God, and I, to receive it all.
Can man ever be able to create something greater than this?
