Having grown up in a city where the only semblance of a water body is a river, the sea is still an enigma to me. It’s new…if you know what I mean. I suppose today I am running out of words indeed, in trying to describe all that I feel when I look at the sea.
For the first time in the 25 years that have been my life, I live in a coastal city. For the first time I can get a bus and go to the beach…to stare at the ocean. For the first time I can hear the effort of the waves that relentlessly try to hug the shore. For the first time I can breathe the salt in…
I was at the coast at North Berwick, standing where land met the ocean. And I looked down at my feet. The waves weren’t like soldiers in a battle, they weren’t the anger of God, they didn’t sound like the rumbling of an avalanche. These were gentle…
These were waves that seemed to float themselves on the ocean’s bosom
They were cradled and protected from the terrors of the world
These were the ocean’s unyielding attempts at holding hands and trotting away into the fading lights with the shores.
These were the most delicate folds of the beautiful blues that the ocean draped.
These were the most precious of the ocean’s secrets…
And the ocean didn’t hurl them at me. Instead…it leaped at me with love. It urged me to sit down. It invited me for a beautiful date under the bright sun. It whispered to me its woes and its glorious tales…and I sat there listening!
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I have heard and read many many times of…
the deep ocean of secrets,
the vast ocean on which we sail,
and so on and so forth…
But nobody ever warned me about how lovingly it is going to embrace me. Nobody warned me about how its embrace is going to consume me. And certainly nobody warned me about how empty I was going to feel right after this first encounter.
At first I wondered why. And then I realized nobody could have. It whispered to me, the ocean. It said it consumes the part of you that stares fearlessly into its eyes. And once consumed, it never returns it. For it unblushingly bares its soul to you every time you look at it and it is scared of being vulnerable to your assailable ways. And it whispered further, that it loves you with such passion that it is scared you might never visit it again…And that’s what it whispered into my ears…
Lucky you!!
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Lucky indeed! The sea is such a beautiful entity 🙂
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It’s so relaxing! And takes away all the stress!! The sea breeze, waves
touching your feet, sand melting underneath your weight, the music of water, the unending view….pure bliss!!
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So beautifully described! Except, I wouldn’t let the waves touch my feet here in Scotland because it’s just too cold 🙂
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Oh ok….still you get the rest! 😊
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Such a beautiful tribute to the sea. North Berwick is lovely. I have happy memories of playing in the sand there and at Gullane. Enjoy. 😊
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Those are such lovely memories of NB indeed 🙂 it completely consumed me, that place! I can’t get it out of my head, and I certainly will never grow out of it 🙂
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Wonderful.😍
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” It whispered to me, the ocean. It said it consumes the part of you that stares fearlessly into its eyes. And once consumed, it never returns it.”
Wow! very well written buddy.
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Thank you Himanshu. I’m glad you enjoyed the read. Have a lovely day!
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Very nice
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Thank you so much!
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Ocean is place to refresh your body, mind, and soul. Your photos are so calm and inviting!
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Ah, it’s not my photographs as much as it is the ocean…it has a captivating gaze 🙂
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Wow, Aishwarya, this is amazing!😁
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Thank you so much. I am so glad you liked this post!
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This is really powerful! I’m going to save it for rereading. I live far away from three big waters–Atlantic, Pacific,and Gulf of Mexico–so I can only dream , or look at pictures, or read things like this. I like reading best. It conveys soul. It transforms images into human experiences. Keep writing!
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Thank you Albert. Your comments are always so encouraging. I am so glad that you might want to reread this post.
I have lived all my life on inlands. So the sea is a pleasant change and a beautiful one at that 🙂
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Hey Aishwarya. This is very beautifully written. I am a new blogger. would you mind taking a look at it. much love. 🙂
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Hello there, lovely to meet you. Thank you for stopping by my page and for leaving a word. And I would love to see what you have been upto on your site. Heading there straight away! Have a good day ahead.
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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It’s so wonderful to hear you describe
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Thank you so much for stopping by. The sea is so beautiful that my description of it hardly does justice but I tried 🙂
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Absolutely. As a seafarer it’s been my home for the past few years and I still can’t get enough of it. Your description certainly evokes that sense of belongingness to the sea, yet touches the soul in a subtle way.
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I didn’t know you were a seafarer. What’s your profession J? Whatever you do, I envy that you spend your time floating on the seas 🙂
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I’m an Indian Naval Officer. Now u can say I just don’t float on the sea, I live and die on the sea !
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Wow J!! That’s fascinating 🙂 thank you for keeping us safe by guarding our seas 🙂
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What a captivating post. The Ocean is certainly attractive but I will keep far from her watery embrace no matter how sweet her whispers 😉
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Ah she’s lovely indeed. She’s inviting and all accepting. If only she was a bit warmer in this part of the world I’d plunge into her bosom and want to be held there forever 🙂
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I love sea. Also like you it took me 25 years to go but unlike you I had to travel to it. But now all I want is to spend my life in a island. Don’t know swimming so still figuring that part out 🙂 If I may interest you in rreading my account of the Cinnamon Island in Bay of Benga… https://tamaldasblog.wordpress.com/2017/02/14/st-martins-island-bay-of-bengal/
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I did read the account and I have to say this – you write beautifully! Every word recreates a picture of what you saw, felt or experienced. 🙂
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Thank you very much. Glad that you liked it.
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To some peace may come by partying heard but that may be shortlived but the peace you get by sitting alone looking at the vast beautiful expanse in front of you is absolutely magnificent.
Like you said it, “And the ocean didn’t hurl them at me. Instead…it leaped at me with love. It urged me to sit down. It invited me for a beautiful date under the bright sun. It whispered to me its woes and its glorious tales…and I sat there listening!”
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Thank you so much for stopping by and for appreciating my post 🙂 it was a very special experience for me and I am glad you enjoyed reading the account!
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