A Short Fiction
I like the ocean. The raging ocean, the blowing wind and the rough waves, everything. I don’t know to swim and never been in the ocean. Maybe a small tourist boat half hour trip but nothing spectacular. In fact I never see the ocean much. Staying in a costal city, its kind of strange not to be in the wild ocean but then I was always busy. Its so inaccessible. I guess I just like to watch the ocean. It looks so infinite
Always busy, until now standing on the beach in front of a comparatively silent ocean in a foreign country far away from home. The ocean is much calmer here but the cold wind sends a chill in me. Standing on the beach with only a pull over and jeans, is not my idea to enjoy the beach.
“I hate the ocean” She had told me
I had been silent that time. We both sat on the Marine drive looking out in the ocean our feet dangling freely. Mumbai was just lighting up behind us
“Too many memories” She continued
I took her hand in my hand, holding it firmly. I hoped I reassured her. I didn’t know what to say but I just held her hand that day. She kept her head on my shoulder, her eyes filled with tears. The sun was setting in the ocean as I held her hand that day. I wanted her to know that I was there for her. I think I failed.
I looked at the ocean. The sun would set in few minutes. The beach was fairly quite. A young couple walked hand in hand oblivious of the surrounding. It was cold today. The beaches in Europe are so different than the one in Mumbai.
“You can’t do that” I was surprised at her
“Chicken!” She had laughed
“What’s with you? So many people around?”
“Come on! Are you embarrassed?”
“No” I had managed a sheepish brave grin
“Then come here” She pulled me toward her and kissed me on the lips. I looked around. A group of teenagers looked at us in awe. We both laughed.
“You don’t have problem in kissing but you have trouble holding my hand” I asked her
“I can’t eat when I am holding hands. Kissing does not require hands”
“What’s so romantic about holding hands?”
“What’s romantic? Everything! I want you to hold my hand and then we can walk on the sand beneath our naked feet and then maybe walk in the water and when the waves hit our feet, splashing the water all over and you by my side, your body close to mine as we try to maintain our balance in the sea. That’s romantic dear!”
She looked at me.
“Don’t go anywhere” She ran to the nearest dustbin and threw the bhelpuri.
“Come” She removed her shoes and stretched her hand, her body close to mine
I smiled. I took her hand in mine. That day we watched the sun set together with the sand being pulled under our feet by the sea’s waves. I hold her hands. I tried to hold on to the moment. Just like the escaping sand under my feet that day, that moment was gone, long gone.
A strong cold breeze brought me back to the present. I looked around. Another half hour and the sun would set in the horizon. I look at the couple. They have walked quite a distance since the last time I looked at them. The sky was turning red. The sunset would look beautiful today.
No one to hold my hands today. I turn back, remove my shoes and feel the cold sand beneath my feet. I walk back on the uneven ground trying to find my footing. I walk back, away from the ocean, away from the inevitable sunset
Today, I hate the ocean too!
Note: Loosly Based on Personal experiences