MORNING WALK

The sun had started rising; the sky had become a spectacular array of orange, yellow, and blue, small waves were touching my feet and they were going muddy. I was out on a beach for footslogging. Every corner of the beach was light yellow and children were seen making sandcastles, enjoying every bit of their childhood. Old people were walking and talking about their days when they were young and energetic. There were small debates on today’s generation activeness verses theirs. Different kind of sea shells were seen spread over the beach and inside them were small insects who enjoyed the beautiful morning in their own hiding way. Far one can see large rocks which had grown small plants and water was dashing to them and returning back. I sat on one of the rock and let my feet in water until a big wave strike the rock and made me wet. I purchased a coconut which was hard and dark green full of water and started drinking it while sitting in one of beach benches. Beside me was a family whose children were forcing their parents to join them bathing in sea. But they were busy in their body massage, relaxing from all workout stress. After sometime at the time of leaving the children were seen splashing in water ignoring every roar of their parents to go home. They were so assorted with the marine that they were not ready to go back in the same hectic life. I started walking again. The beach was becoming more crowded due to Sunday morning. It was felt that every single person wanted to escape from city lights and enjoy in the lap of nature. The morning had become even more amazing when I returned home, sat in balcony and drank coffee while enjoying the beauty of Indian beaches.