Vivid memories - Tales of Andaman - I

At every given spare moment my heart flashes the memories of sharp shimmering sun lite splashing into my eyes...and i sweep back into memories of swinging on the cozy bamboo chair hanging from tree's branch right on the beach that beautiful morning.

I have never before heard the sound of silence that deep. There were friends around me..talking, laughing, running around....yet, I couldn't consciously hear or see anything. It was a moment when time halted. It was absolute serene.

I have seen few beaches earlier but none like this. Beautiful white sands, tranquil clear waters just about feet or two deep for a mile. A beach along dense green forest(if I can say that). Ah....what a view it was. It was more than what eyes could see, ears hear and my heart could hold.

The bright sun shimmered brighter, throwing its golden sparkles all around. Wind ran teasingly to the shore and back into the woods. Water that rushed hushhhhly to shore to tickle feet that walked along. Ah..what a view it was.

Being somebody who always liked speed ...I was thrilled to be in love with the 'halt'. For once I did realized the magnitude of nature's power.

 ----Nostalgic about Beach 5, Havelock, Andaman, India

Longing...as always

I remember sitting next to half stained window glass on a cold winter afternoon in the remote part of Jammu and Kashmir(In India) gazing in to the skies and longing for whats not there. We were living in wooden house constructed on the hill, among think long pine trees. It had just been 6 months that I left corporate life and I was longing to get back to work. Leisure was as empty as it can be. Its not that I didn't make friends there. I did, I had 4 friends, with whom I went for morning, afternoon and evening walks, we played shuttle, we visited river bed at the foot of the valley and we shared moments of fun. In fact there were 4 families living in that 4 block wooden house and all of them were newly married like we were. But that was the only block which had any families living. Rest of the area was maintained by Armed Forces.

The lush green wetlands, clouds that passed through windows, the musical sound of water from the rushing river at the foot of the valley, bright colored flower all around, slight sways of tall pine wood trees...nothing seemed to amuse me after a while. I wanted to get back to the busy life I once had.

8yrs from then, today again I sit next to window, but this time its a huge crystal clear glass window behind my cubicle in 6th floor of my posh office. Today again I gaze in to drizzling skies and long for whats not there. I now long for long vacations, I now long to trip into those lands where grass is wet and green, wind is fresh, mountains are white and huge, rivers rush and there silence in the air. Now I long to sit on the cliff and gaze into the never ending world.


BTW...am I longing or intensely cherishing the moments of past :-)