Something about the sea

As much I would like to be a prolific writer, the dramatics of the daily tend to hold me back. Or perhaps the procrastinator in me always wins the battles.

Moving past the lethargy, its time get down to the business of writing.

After almost a year, I finally managed to zip off for a desperately needed holiday this mid-December. And what was even more exciting about this particular holiday adventure was the fact that it was trip with friends, which just happened to be my first trip without family since March 2010. Yes, it has been THAT long!!

So where exactly, did I manage to steal an escape to after a long stint at work?

G O A

As the aircraft geared itself for landing, I began to shuffle through memory, failing to remember when exactly was my last trip to the beach.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We have just arrived at the Goa Dabolim Airport. The temperature outside is 32 degree celcius. We wish you a pleasant stay in Goa"

As the pilot's announcement swayed me back to the present, I could feel my pulse beginning to fasten. "I am in GOA!! Yay! So exciting", the words rippled through every inch of my skin.

Mind you, I was in the aircraft still. Waiting to pounce out of my seat as soon as the seat-belt sign would turn off.

You know you are close to the sea, when the moment you step out of human dwellings and out into the lap of nature and smell the salt in the air. "The beach isn't far, calm yourself Nishtha."

Our trip was mapped out for 5 nights and 5 days.

The first two being with boss, who infact chose to sponsor the trip in the first place.

We began our journey from posh hotels with floral scented linen and ended it with sand filled rooms at our modest yet ideally located holiday home.

The trip was great fun. It was bound to be. It was Goa afterall.

But this post is not about the nitty gritties of our trip. It is about the sea!

There is something about the sea; that is so magical; that is just so sublime; that is so salty I might add.

We happened to book ourselves at a quiet and calm location. The beach was brown as it could be. And the sea was as blue as it could be. Hours we spent floating in the sun kissed water of the Arabian sea, slowly forgetting the life that awaited us, back home, in the Capital of Capitals.

I am generally not the kind of person who can sit idle for too long. And I must admit, for the most part of the trip, that trait of mine chose not to leave my side.

But whatever time it did, time itself seemed to have stopped.

Getting tanned, lying on the beach, the occasional long dips in the sea, every moment seemed perfect.

Now that I am back; back in office; life has returned to its monotonies. And the holidays are near over.

But the memories of the sea still linger. Whether it is the beach hat hanging in the corner of my room, or the red tinge near the sole of my pump shoes, or the beach chapals lying next to my almirah, everywhere I turn, I am reminded of the sea.

There is something about the sea, I tell you.

Perhaps being a landlocked dweller has made me appreciate the coast more than it should be.

Whatever the reason, it certainly is not the last time I intend to trek to the sandy shore!

Happy beach swimming in the sea fun.

nish