Blossoms

Melange of merry and melancholy!

My doors are always open for the last day of the week. Welcome le Samedi! My drowsy eyes were staring at the google doodle of the day. My fingers were hovering on the keypad while the other hand held a black coffee mug. Filter coffee tastes best on Saturday evenings!

"Diya... Are you ready?" , called out aunty.

"Er... aunty, 5 minutes", I sprang out of the couch.

I am pretty sure that the above statement is practically impossible! For any girl to be ready to leave, it takes at least three minutes to decide on the dress, two minutes to choose the shade of eye shadow, two more to choose the glamorous handbag and a quater of an hour for the final touch. We had plans of spending the evening at the beach sands.

It was almost dusk when we neared the Kannagi* statue at the Marina. I could hear the gush of sea breeze amidst the galloping of horses. I could see surf and tide amidst paper kites on air. I could smell pearls amidst the city's own fragrance.

“You know, something...”, aunty said as we walked on the beach sands. “When your sister was young, I used to come here every evening with your uncle after office”.

“Is it so aunty?”

“Yeah, It feels like...... hmm...” , aunty sank in her own thoughts. A sudden loud music bought aunty back to the world. “Ah yes... It feels like flying!” , she added.

“Baby I feel like flying....” , it was a lady’s iphone which was doing the duty of a thesaurus. Thanks to Simbu* for the service!

We walked further down to reach the waters. The maiden clash of the tide with my toes delighted me! I was on cloud nine. Teens around me were as exited as I was. Childern had fun with parents. The waves kept wavering, I was enjoying the panorama of the sea, the sway of a boat and the brightest ever moon!

“Aunty, look at the moon!” , I said with full of excitement!

“Oh yes. It is pournami* today. And that is why the tides are this high”, said aunty.

It cannot be easy for anyone to compare the Bengal Bay with the tranquil waters of the Pacific. At least, not for me. Why does the ocean keep roaring? Well, I could parallel Kannagi’s historic shriek with the blue’s howl. But what about the great Indian screech on the twelfth month of two thousand four?

“Akka...*” , someone shook me. “ Pebble made ear-rings. Nice nice ear-rings, good necklace. Please buy. No eat. Two days “. She gave a timid appearance. Well, were her parents a victim of the bay?

What a transition I felt within myself! I was no more exited. My electrons were back to the ground state.

“Are you ok? “ , aunty broke the silence.

“Yes aunty”, I paused. “All is well, but not every moment”.

“What do you mean”, she softened.

“Life, it is, MERRY AND MELANCHOLY”!

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Kannagi – A character from Silappadikaram, one of the five epics of ancient Tamil Literature.

Simbu – Tamil film actor and composer.

Pournami – full moon day.

Akka - sister