It’s the season time, and the beach is brimming with cheerful tourists, mostly Europeans, and Russians, and Ukrainians, and Iranians, and–I know not, for to an average Indian, they look the same, and we call them firangis* (foreigners). 🙂 A feet-wetting stroll along the beach in the afternoon is a delightful experience.
The sun is at the zenith, I decided to take my friend on a secret trek on the hills. Towards the south, it is much calmer. One can see little rocks spread around, riding on them are lovely ladies, their bums greeting the sky. The tan looks already great on them!
As you move further towards the hill, the place gets more isolated. The sea here has less waves, and the absence of frivolous surfers invite the peace loving tourists here for a meditative indulgence. Here, one can see people trying out yoga poses, reading books or simply floating in the sea. This is paradise on earth.
The night brings a ruminative silence. I hear dogs on the beach. Silence again. The coconut trees occasionally make a soft rustle, their leaves fluttering in the air like a velvety gown.