Remember the Evening, when we stepped down the Light-house to walk the shore-line shimmering in those ‘Good-bye’ yelling rays? Ice-creams dissolving its cold-ness to the warmness of breeze getting transformed into Icy-breeze, added by the beginning of the new end of evening. We walked the particles of sand with bare foot, leaving the foot-prints behind adding a memory to the ocean, so that the tides could take away along with it pouring it into the deepness of Ocean. The spumes on the tides got stuck to us as a part of Ocean itself. The Sun behind the Horizon started plunging inn painting the sky Vermillion, leaving it to reflect few more stories at the end to the Ocean. We stopped walking, contemplating the Sun, your Eyes shiny reflective, enough to get easily readable by the clouds-‘That One day, I’m going to conquer this World…’; and I smiled half thinking- ‘I just want to jump over the Ocean in search of where this Sun goes for sleep after the Horizon’. We looked at each other in Love of finding the Cosmic Mystery of the singularity.
Then a beam from the Light-house started revolving at its infinite reach, miles away drawling the twilight to light up the stars as a disc revolving over the sky. The breeze got transformed into Icy-breath killing the Warmness of Life to those Ice turned particles of Sand.
–Walking the Shoreline for Life