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Sea - (i)


 We sat overlooking the endless foamy sea from the wooden shack that had become our favourite spot. The vastness of the sea left us numb, yet we managed to mumble all the while tasting the salt peppery breath of the sea against our face.


"I had never been so much at ease", I heard him close.

I nodded, unable to put how I was feeling right at that moment sitting beside him facing the sea to myself. 

He played with the loose hair strands that the wind blew to my face. I let him. I was never so comfortable around any guy but with him everything was easy, as easy as breathing!

He was getting tipsy from the beer cans and I was high on the ambience that the setting sun was promising us of. He looked as peaceful as a kid. These many months of knowing him had made me see the good that the world possessed of. I clutched his hands assuring him of my presence. He smiled his usual smile, the one that brightened up his calm face.


A faint chord of a guitar, odd excerpts of foreign tongues, smell of freshly brewed coffee and above all the sound of the sea was therapeutic. I wanted to stay there soaking in everything I could. I wanted to freeze that moment, I wanted to carry all of it in my heart.

"Ma'am , your tea", the waiters quirky voice jolted me back 

I took a sip, took a deep breath and assured myself: God probably had answered my prayers.

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