Reality
We decided to meet at the beach.
He was a few minutes late so I thought to set everything up.
I called out to the sea.
No reply.
I was baffled. It usually answers my first call. I called to it again.
No response.
I was just about to call out again.
But this time I was responded to.
A sprinkle of water on my face. And I smiled.
I asked it to rise by saying that one magical word: rise. That simple, isn't it? Communication. It is so important to communicate in any relationship. My relationship with water, therefore, was... simple. I call out to it in the easiest manner possible. And it shows.
I walked closer to the water. I was rather slow to walk because I was zoned out thinking about what this majestic body would show me today. I reached the edge of the shore; where the water teases you but doesn't touch you. Finally, I had reached my destination. I took another step like the men on the moon. Lo and behold! The sea parted for me. It doesn't say much. But it does a lot. I didn't need to use artistic expressions to describe this event. But you, my reader, can't be described to if not for the surprise that YOU did not see coming.
I walked in between the water. Not doing anything in particular apart from waiting for my friend to arrive. I heard footsteps rushing to the spot that we decided to meet and stop. I was sure of what was coming and I was prepared. I saw him from the edge of the parting. He was probably scared. Or confused. Or both.
"Don't be afraid," I said to him. "It's just water."
He nodded with his eyes wide.
"Come."
And he followed.
I walked in front of him in silence. I wouldn't want to ruin such a moment for anyone.
After some time had passed in passing and silence, I barged into one of the sides and into the water!
I ran like an aeroplane while taking off. And just like an aeroplane, I took off.
I took off into this whole new world so distinct from what I see every day. I thought of getting him along but no. This one has always been only for me. I am privileged to see the secrets of the sea. I am able to swim through. While I swam through, I saw all the wonders of the sea. Schools of fishes. Glowing. Flying. Swimming. Breathing. Corals and plants. Moving. Swaying. Living. And I swam through this magic. This magic that could engulf me any moment it wanted to. The magic that can leave me in awe. The magic. Oh! The magic.
I landed back.
And he was gone.
Where did he go?
Did he exist? Or was he a figment of my imagination?
Oh well. My reality is my reality. Imagination or not, the sea is my reality.
He was a few minutes late so I thought to set everything up.
I called out to the sea.
No reply.
I was baffled. It usually answers my first call. I called to it again.
No response.
I was just about to call out again.
But this time I was responded to.
A sprinkle of water on my face. And I smiled.
I asked it to rise by saying that one magical word: rise. That simple, isn't it? Communication. It is so important to communicate in any relationship. My relationship with water, therefore, was... simple. I call out to it in the easiest manner possible. And it shows.
I walked closer to the water. I was rather slow to walk because I was zoned out thinking about what this majestic body would show me today. I reached the edge of the shore; where the water teases you but doesn't touch you. Finally, I had reached my destination. I took another step like the men on the moon. Lo and behold! The sea parted for me. It doesn't say much. But it does a lot. I didn't need to use artistic expressions to describe this event. But you, my reader, can't be described to if not for the surprise that YOU did not see coming.
I walked in between the water. Not doing anything in particular apart from waiting for my friend to arrive. I heard footsteps rushing to the spot that we decided to meet and stop. I was sure of what was coming and I was prepared. I saw him from the edge of the parting. He was probably scared. Or confused. Or both.
"Don't be afraid," I said to him. "It's just water."
He nodded with his eyes wide.
"Come."
And he followed.
I walked in front of him in silence. I wouldn't want to ruin such a moment for anyone.
After some time had passed in passing and silence, I barged into one of the sides and into the water!
I ran like an aeroplane while taking off. And just like an aeroplane, I took off.
I took off into this whole new world so distinct from what I see every day. I thought of getting him along but no. This one has always been only for me. I am privileged to see the secrets of the sea. I am able to swim through. While I swam through, I saw all the wonders of the sea. Schools of fishes. Glowing. Flying. Swimming. Breathing. Corals and plants. Moving. Swaying. Living. And I swam through this magic. This magic that could engulf me any moment it wanted to. The magic that can leave me in awe. The magic. Oh! The magic.
I landed back.
And he was gone.
Where did he go?
Did he exist? Or was he a figment of my imagination?
Oh well. My reality is my reality. Imagination or not, the sea is my reality.
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