The horn blew in the distance. She stood facing the sea which was as uneasy as she was. It had been a long time since, she had felt this sense of uneasiness... Life till now had seemed like a bed of roses, everything had been available as and when she had desired for it. This was the first instance of the proverbial 'fork in the road' and she was unable to come to a decision.. the sea had attracted her promising to help her unravel her problem, if one could call it with such a simple name.
She stood there for a long time facing the sea, waiting, hoping with an expectancy for an answer from the angry waves of the sea. An answer which was not coming any time soon. An answer she knew but was not ready to accept because that would mean that she had not only to accept the answer but also work on making the answer a reality.
Reality was what she was escaping, standing there on the sea-shore. Her life had become a series of things which she had not control upon.
She had recently lost her child, the child who had become the center of her life. The child for which she had willed herself to live through the times when she had decided to give in; the child who was the reason for her very bring. She had lost the child and knew not what to do when she could not hear the voice of the child calling her out everyday.
The sea appeared to call to her in a seducing voice, seducing her to give up the inner turmoil and surrender to the sea forever. She stood there enthralled and enraptured listening to the voice which only she could hear. She moved imperceptibly towards the sea.
A sad figure moved towards her from the road, whispered in her ear, took her hand in his hand. She leaned her head towards the figure. Now they both stood joined in their grief, watching the sea.
She stood there for a long time facing the sea, waiting, hoping with an expectancy for an answer from the angry waves of the sea. An answer which was not coming any time soon. An answer she knew but was not ready to accept because that would mean that she had not only to accept the answer but also work on making the answer a reality.
Reality was what she was escaping, standing there on the sea-shore. Her life had become a series of things which she had not control upon.
She had recently lost her child, the child who had become the center of her life. The child for which she had willed herself to live through the times when she had decided to give in; the child who was the reason for her very bring. She had lost the child and knew not what to do when she could not hear the voice of the child calling her out everyday.
The sea appeared to call to her in a seducing voice, seducing her to give up the inner turmoil and surrender to the sea forever. She stood there enthralled and enraptured listening to the voice which only she could hear. She moved imperceptibly towards the sea.
A sad figure moved towards her from the road, whispered in her ear, took her hand in his hand. She leaned her head towards the figure. Now they both stood joined in their grief, watching the sea.
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