Sun spread his merciless beams over the turbulent waves that glimmered like a zillion diamonds against the perfectly serene blue landscape. "Naah!! But that is nothing compared to the glow in
her eyes"
he mused. The brawny silicon was wet and moist and stretchehed its mighty empire to what seemed like the whole of the universe. "But
her love would measure up to atleast a hundred times this endless stretch" calculated
his mind.
She stared right through
his vacant eyes, trying to pilot the whole magnitude of happiness that
his presence brought, into the damp air that clung around them. The wind mellowed down a little and caressed them by his humid breath.
She felt the wind playing playing chords with
her hair, but that didn't matter to
her.
He smiled at
her.
His usual discerning smile. The same smile that made her wonder if the whole cause of
her existence was to put
him where
he was, the place where
he stood, magnificient as always and smiling
his wry discerning smile. The wind carried a grain or two of sand off his body and that troubled
her. Troubled her like how a true mother can only be troubled. How a mother suffers when
her innocent infant cries out of pain. The wind was ripping
him apart. But there
he stood smiling
his wry smile like nothing ever happened. "
He is amazing.
He can stand the winds. Even if
he can't I am going to be there by
his side always"
she swore to herself.
He saw
her gazing at the blue expanse. The sky that never begins nor ends but promises endless shelter from the torrid tyrant of a sun. "Nature's way of proving a mother's existence"
he concluded. "
Her fathomless affection overrides the sky's sincere sacrifice too argued his mind.
He laughed at the trivial arguement that
his blatant mond came up with. "May be that is why I permanently have this discerning smile on my face"
he deduced.
The guard bellowed his ominous warnings in a jibberish tongue that she seemed to understand. Something about the warning disturbed her otherwise placid eyes. "I am his creator, I cannot let him die", she panicked. She ran her hands over his tawny, sculpted body. Her touch reinstilled in him the same gentle feeling that seeped through him during the moments of his creation. But the fear in her eyes troubled him. His hands wailed, yearning to wipe away those tiny drops that her eyes just conjured. Innocence is a horrible crime he realised.
She drifted away from him , clutching the hands of another man. His princess, his mother, his creator, his world was walking away from him for a reason his mind was yet to educate him with. "Papa, you can't take me away from him. I want to be with him" she rambled in the same jibberish tongue that he couldn't make sense of. Her lips trembled while she thought of the destiny that enveloped him. She had to be there, to protect him.
He watched the last bit of
her shadow disappear down the leafy lane. The ocean tremored and
he thought it was mourning over
his loss. The calm waters was crying out at their vociferous best. The clamorous roar did very little justice if it's intention was to distract
him, to lure
him into thinking about other billion brilliant better things. "It's ok mother nature, you tried your best"
he consoled. Unluckily mother wasn't consoled.
He felt the still morose water licking
his neck, like a dog trying to lick his master's worries off. Only this wasn't as appropirate. The ocean as
he knew was an untamed monster and not a faithful dog. At once past few moments made perfect sense to
him.
He blessed the man who had taken
her.
He coudln't have survived the guilt if the man hadn't taken
her away from
him.
He waited patiently in the shore where a few minutes back
he spent the most wonderful moments of
his life with that one girl. The hungry waters devoured him like an angry god just like how they feasted on million other lives. Only that it hurt
him a billion times more as his body totally disintegrated into the tiny grains of sand that
he was actually made of. Every grain of sand of
his body though about
her even in those final few nano seconds that the sea took to totally erase his existence off the beach sands.
She woke up the next day and rubbed her tiny little palms and looked into the mirror and saw her 3 year old self looking back at her with expectation and anxiety as to what the day held in store for her. Her mental alarm reminded her of yesterday's sandman. "Papa, we need to go to the beach to get sandman", she dictated. "Our beahces have been hit by the Tsunmai", explained her dad.
