The pleasure of being on the beach, the calm serene sea
some kids nearby roll in sand,
the joyous giggles of the teenage group
the tomatoes and peppers on skewers on the pit
the football coated with impressions of various pairs of sandy feet
families catch up over conversations
stretched on a mat senses soak the flavours of joy on the sands.
What is it with the sea, the sand, the fishes below and birds above?
The wide expanse, the hum of the sea, the unheard gossip of colourful fish in it
just draws me, the teens, the kids and their parents and the sweaty boys and their sandy feet
the very thought excites us all, we may not know one another
but we all understand the language of the waves
respond to the call of the sea gulls
the tickle of the tiny translucent fish in water
the aroma of happiness in the air
the sea's changing moods caught by us sometime or the other
sometimes it seems so close, the tide's reaching for the land
just when we thought it's near us, it slips far back
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