She is out there !

The sun had just set. A very small, disc-shaped moon has started its journey on the other horizon and the faintest of its silver rays were dimly torching the vast open. Like the little flowers in a garden, stars started blooming on the black sky, in different colours and sizes. The cloudless night gave any observer, a bird's eye view into the universe. It is big, isn't it? The easiest way to look back in time is to look at the sky. You can see Big Bang. Among all this beautiful creations, was the most beautiful creation. She was walking.

A dozen coconut trees, as many cottages, tons of sand, and a silent sea was all that kept her company. It was a natural beach. Walking along the line where the wave kissed the land, she was letting water kiss her feet too. She was playing touch and go with waves and wind was doing the same with her. And those chilly winds brought with them, the sounds of distant waves and anchored ships. The harbour was 30 miles away. The light was a bit closer. She could see the beacon glowing. Seeing it always made her wonder how ancient men roamed the seas without these. She had the answer too. The moon. But, today it was hiding. She did not care. It only added to the romance the beach was already abundant with.

Not so tall or lean, yet elegant. Anyone watching her, would have mistook her for a mermaid in her black tops and blue skirt, with flowing hair. Had she opened her mouth to say a word, the wind would have gone silent to hear her. Had she touched the freezing water, it would have turned into a geyser. Had she stared at the moon once, it would have shyed out of the sky, amazed by her beauty. And, had Wordsworth seen her, he would have dedicated his life to write poems on her. She was not worried about these either. She was walking.

She did not wear any slippers. She enjoyed sinking her feet in the sand and washing it off, in the next wave. And, when a big wave came, she raised her skirt, to make sure it did not get wet. She picked up a stone and threw it into water. The more distance it covered, the more happy she was. At times, when no one was looking, she would throw her hand into the air and wave with the wind. When the naughty winds tried to touch her intimate parts, she looked at that direction and smiled carelessly. She loved the ambience, the pollution less atmosphere, the open sea and the lovely trees. Even mother nature would be proud of having such a cute child.

And, suddenly, she realises, she is not alone. She knows that someone is watching her She turns around to find the who. He is not there. She turns back and bites her lips. A beautiful smile spreads over her face. She thinks about it and starts walking. The small disc-shaped moon, the twinkling stars, the chilly winds, the small waves, the coconut trees, the distant beacon, the dimly lit cottages, all those angels, and God(if there is any) are all her silent admirers.

But, I always wonder, why she is out there, when I am sitting here, writing a blog. I wish, I were there. I wish, I were one of those silent admirers, because I am one.

And to you my dear, if you hear me, please be careful. The wind and the wave may not be as soft as i am. You are mine. Well, I am yours. Take me !