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Nothing lasts forever.

Hey, back after a long time. But a beautiful memory just grabbed my attention, and I just couldn't resist writing on it!
I went to the 28th  National Convention organised by SPIC MACAY, a famous society for the promotion of Indian culture amongst youth. It was an enriching experience, and we stayed in NIT Karnataka. The place was extremely serene and beautiful! We were allowed to visit the beach nearby, and I was filled with ecstasy at the very mere thought of visiting the beach. I got a chance when everyone was away for yoga. It was about 5 am in the morning and the sun was rising. Suddenly gripped with excitement, I stuffed some snacks, my diary and my water bottle in my bag and rushed off to the beach.
WOW. This was the only word that I could utter when I finally reached the beach.I exclaimed when I stepped on the soft sand of the beach.  The sun was rising, and the scene was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I further took steps towards the cold, salty sea water. There was a faint, blue light in the sky, the shining moon, and nothing else. I was all alone, and i became quite overwhelmed by the imperturbable sea. The waves, coming and going, some high and some low. Those silent waves drifted me off to my past, my eyes misting over. The experiences, good and bad, no longer in my life. They came and they went back, like waves. Does anything lasts forever? I don't think so. Circumstances are momentary. Impostors. A glimpse to capture in the eyes, to cherish or to mourn for. Suddenly my vision became blurred and I realized that I was crying. Yea, I am very emotional when it comes to all this stuff but as people say, some things can't be described, or expressed. They can be felt. I was enchanted by this simple beauty of nature. I was crying because i was happy. Happy that I came in this world. Happy that I grew up. Made friends, fake and real, had fights. Reaching the zenith of narcissism which often landed me up in trouble. Those moments when I dashed off to the terrace to cry when mum started her endless tirades. And I realized, each memory is a memory, whether it's ecstatic or disheartening. I sat for a while, not knowing how to react. It was for the first time I felt such peace. The mesmerizing touch of the cold sea water touching my bare feet. A trail of songs from Michael Ruff echoed in my mind, and it was blissful. I wished to remain in this world of calmness and harmony. Unfortunately, this happening was also like a wave. It was a amazing sight that I captured in my eyes and stored it in my heart forever. And after that wonderful experience, when my heart is in solitude, I close my eyes and I'm again welcomed to my virtual world.

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  1. Goodie Goodie.

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  2. oohhh...yaar itna bada co-incidence..!! i too had philosophical thoughts at the Udupi beach..!! :D and this article..is too good..love everything about it...ure kinda better than me, and im 3 yrs older than ya..!! too good for a girl of your age...!! keep writing..u can always improve..!!
    PS: you have a reason to be narcissistic.. :)

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  3. thankyou so much hardeep..and my writing is nothing compared to yours..i still have a long way to go :)
    and if you felt the same, why don't you write on it? I would like to read it..:)

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  4. Wow...no words to express....hu alike v bth think....keep writing....love u...

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