There she was..

The long svelte legs walked peacefully leaving faint embossments on the porous sand which was wet yet loose. Her dark brown hair glimmered in the light, looking like silk, dancing down beyond her shoulders with a pace she put forth; her blue eyes wandered towards the aeonian ocean with milky waves splashed the water on her; Her hands, slender and clasped together resembled the earth. The water had always been an conundrum for her. All of a sudden, everything turned quiet, there was an unusual silence around her. The deep rustic colored Sun was hitting the bed somewhere in the gigantic sky casting a dazzling image of the blue waters which looked even more royal. With the onset of dusk, the painted galore of red, orange and yellow hues seemed to grow denser with an cerulean on its lining.It was the most amazing painting the master artist could create. The unison of the birds and the waves hit one another twitched her sharp nose. It appeared as if the master of light was bidding adieu to a good day. She walked towards the sea with the hope of embracing the horizon. With every step she took, images from different phases of her life began to flood back to her. Her lips moved a little as if to savor something but stopped abruptly. It appeared that her life had just completed the stroll over its circumference full of happiness and wretchednesses. As she viewed some of the most memorable minutes of her life, a tear trickled down and got lost in the waters below. The tornado of emotions was being quietly comprehended by the most powerful force of nature, one on which she was standing.

The dark blue waters always charmed her as much as they terrorized her. The ocean, for her was an  incomprehensible element, a ray of hope for the pandora boxes that were the speed breakers in her life. 

The ocean had many a times given hints to her unrequited inquiries at the moments when time defied her existence. Despite having felt the unfathomable force which had guide her so far, she could not reach out to it. She wanted to meet it, cuddle it forever and never it go. Within a fraction of second, there was a surge in her to go back to the force from where she came into existence. Out of the mystic blues, a tidal wave whipped her out, thrusting her on the shore. Like a discomfited mortal, she lied there on the sand with the wind making commanding the sand to cover her back as the waves continued to play dirty. She had no other choice but to resume her journey to exist, with the thought that she would meet the ubiquitous one day, just that today was not her day.