the crests…….

Always scared of the water, surfers were an eternal source of intrigue… The nonchalance and the elan with which they rode the crests and troughs of those mammoth waves. A week later… Maybe those crests were easier….? Advertisements

pointless ride….

The western sun shone quite bright, more so for a late September evening. This along with the angry black black clouds on the far eastern side ensure it was an agonizingly sultry evening. Pausing a moment to stare at the sky, he pulled on his jacket, a rather flimsy substitute for a proper riding jacket…

if only….

The excitement surged. Finally, he would soon be flying abroad, for work. The peer pressure that had slowly been finding its way into his nerves will bother him no more. His parents can be proud to declare that their son is headed abroad. The feverish pace at which the preparations were getting done got the…

the fork….

A mountain addict that he was, he found himself loving the ride along the coast despite the ever so alluring silhouette of mountains he could see not so far away. This however, was shortlived as he stopped at a fork. While one led to the mountains, the other would take him to the coast. How…

that moment……

He rushed home from school, his excitement reverberating through a bunch of parrots that set off from a nearby tree. Not once before does he remember being excited to get home. Today was a break in routine. The after-class football could wait, aimless chats at the ice cream shop were immaterial. He only wanted to…

The price……

Independance came to him at a price… There were days when he would yearn for that space he could call his own, decisions he could be proud to declare was his; for there was always people around him, seemingly intruding the sanctitiy of his space. Forcing their choices upon his. Then came a day, when…

Hope… Courage… Life…

They said the place closed at 5! They said it got just too dark to be around thereafter. They said it was dangerous. They said it was the land’s end.  It sure seemed to be the land’s end. The canyon so vast and deep made a rumbling river sound no more than a meek trickle….

the dancing crystals they call ocean….

  The flaming orange ball that the sun was, shone brilliantly off the sparkling waters of the Arabian. The waves, creating a new pattern of shimmering crystals on the surf. The palms swaying to the humid breeze seemed to wave towards the distant horizon, the breeze ruffling the hair growing cooler by the moment, he…

The reason……

The day gradually draws to a close, the ever so slight itch makes its presence felt. You know its there in the back of your head, nagging you, eating away at you. From the inside. It seems to grow stronger every time there is an open road devoid of people. A road that leads to…

love – hate…..

That day was different. It sure wasn’t just another day. It was the day! The day his folks conceded to his demands and decided to go see in person. A slight trepidation at the back of the head hoped things would be as he had always planned it. Little did he know there was a surprise waiting…

…….. 5

When the omnipresent buzz gradually reduced, he realized the day was drawing to a close; at least for most of the staff. He however, knew his would last a little while longer as it always had been.. Taking a break, he walked over to a colleague’s desk, another of those owls around at work. The…