The Sea

There was magic in the sea. He was always fascinated by it since his time began on this planet. Going as far as his weak legs would take him, holding his father’s hand. There was magic every time he went there, that captivated him and all that mattered for that moment was the boy and the sea.

Then gradually the thrill began to fade. There was nothing new to it. Was the shore that had gone polluted or had he gone depraved? All he could see around was a crowd. Breaking the silent bond that he had with the sea.

The flood lights, the snack shacks, benches and all the decorations added nothing to it. It was just not the same. Nothing compared to the way it felt when he could carelessly splash the water around without caring if it was looking odd.

He had grown up now (or so he thought). It was 1:00 am and the seaside was almost vacant. And for a moment he felt the glimpse of the past. Finally the waves had spoken to him after a long time.

The Desert

 

I like to rave on about pointless stuff. Write about nothing in particular and see where it goes. My pointless futile raves on “Just another wordpress blog” will hardly matter. Yet I will write. Although it will be nothing new. Same old complains. Sugar crisis, power shortage, corruption, unemployment.. On and on it goes.  So many problems and all of them stemming from one common crisis. The crisis of character, that has it’s roots in famine and drought.

A lone man walks the desert. The vultures that fly above him keep their eyes fixed. Waiting for the moment he stumbles and falls on the ground. Waiting do devour every inch of meat from him. An oasis is usually a mirage and if he does find one, he has to battle the beasts for a single sip of water. People in the caravans survive and those who walk alone perish. Dacoits rule the land and all are at their mercy. This is the scenario when a man has nothing to eat, nothing to drink and no safe haven to sleep. Such is the unforgiving nature of the desert.

And such is the nature of our land…