Published May 8, 2021
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We All Have Time Machines.

Published May 8, 2021
2 mins read
407 words

"She sells seashells by the seashore!”

Once again for the eighth time I shouted,

“See shells seashells by the...ummm no hahaha”

The conversation kept on replaying in my head.

The sea led the memories flood through my mind as I stood there at the shore with my camera trying to capture it with the lens.

   The memories of those unplanned last moment trips to the Alibaug beach. The memories of walking barefoot on the beach until I bid goodbye to the setting sun. Building sand castles for a kingdom ruled by a queen, breaking the stereotypes. Staring at the sky dressed up in its beautiful orange colored outfit with a tinge of purple pink. And the smell of salt in the air of the Akshi beach. There was a flock of tiny white birds, quite a few in number and watching them soar and rise high in the sky together felt so satisfying. My heart and mind both kept grooving to the lullaby of the waves gushing to and forth. Everything about the place seemed magical. Like a poetry understood by only those who cared to decipher it. There was love in the air and it wasn't for a person… I fell in love with the sunset, the beautiful canvas nature had painted, I fell in love with that very moment.

      It felt so beautiful, standing on the shore, glaring at the beautiful sunset suggesting things fell only to rise again. It felt so beautiful, staring at the sand, gently kissed by the waves, and ripples thus formed on the sand implying distorted things can be beautiful. It felt so beautiful, playing hide and seek with the childlike waves which innocently crawled over the shore, and ran away tickling our feet hiding their identity forever. It felt so beautiful, when trillions of my cells were caressed by the blowing breeze, making me forget every perplexity for that moment. It felt so beautiful, embracing the unfathomable beauty of the sea which proved that beauty can be defined in thousands of ways. It felt so beautiful.

Rightly said by a wise man, "We all have time machines; the ones that take us back are memories", memories of the days when our life was perfect yet we wished to grow up and now when we have grown up, we wish to be a child again.

Thank you for reading.

Hope you liked it.

Have a nice day.❤️ 

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tkratika 5/9/21, 6:46 AM
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Beautiful. "trillions of my cells were caressed by the blowing breeze" 🌻🌼
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bijju.vijay 6/18/21, 7:05 AM
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Tats wat we miss being a child
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