Unfailing silence

It was a school trip that took me to that part of the world. It was an island resort and in that sense only the resort. Many a times in our frenzied lives we all dream of an absolutely quiet and serene place for a holiday. My husband often made fun of my excitement to the thought of a quiet sunrise, beaches and wood houses. Well I really got around to see something of that sort.

These were silhouettes chalets. The nights were filled with an occasional frog sticking on the wooden basement making noises, the sound of the quiet waves, a stillness that kept me wondering if that moment qualified the Quietest Moment of my life!!

The view outside my room.

 

Everyday, there, dawned with a riot of colours that painted the sky with unbelievable beauty. As we reluctantly stirred out to catch the first morning rays, all of us had a camera capturing whatever caught the eye! The colours it cast in the sea were unique and definitely rolled into kaleidoscopes that we never saw before! As the sun screamed through the day, a quiet in the hammock was the most eventful part of the day! It was a day to do nothing and we did just that.

the view of the chalets from the hammock

An excited lot, took videos of the hermit crabs that went about the shore with such industrious work! Its their living that fascinated us! They moved all the time in a swarm(an army in my opinion)! They made funny dunes on the shore where the waves hit the shore tirelessly! Sort of like the chocolate icing(brown sand!) on the cake! Quite artistically weaved on fine sand. No pictures of these as am very scared of crabs and never went near them!

The evenings brought us on the deck where in the pretext of fishing we sat chatting and never took our eyes off the horizon. We hardly caught fish bit did end up jumping of the jetti into the sea. It certainly was the most exciting part of the day! Everyone talked about how the pit of their stomachs took a turn when they descended into the sea!

The sun slowly and steadily set leaving the rest of the day to be feasted by stars.  The setting sun had a beauty for me like none other. It metaphorically meant different things on different days! Loved the colours and the spell it casted on the lonely boats that floated near the deck. I cannot remember how many different pictures I would have clicked of the boat and the walk way!

walkway

the deck before we sat fishing.

the boat that was the subject of a 100 pictures

my favourite shot

end of day

Star gazing after dinner was a ritual everyone waited for. To lie flat on  the deck staring into the sky to understand the North star, the Archer’s sword, The constellation and the of course the bright evening star. The Orion and such else with their mythological stories made sense when you searched for them with an App on the iphone!

The day normally ended late with chatting about Philosophy, contemporary issues and religion. Of course a coffee that was specially brewed and had an aroma that kept lingering through the conversations and had no effect on the deep slumber we all went into when we retired to bed.

It’s the air, the sentiments, the total lack of intentions to do purposeful things, the lazing and the beauty of quiet all around that gave the day a special dash of happiness! The only thought I had on those few days on such a routine was a small pang of greediness to bring my man and girl back here to have the same experiences with them! Something about that thought was not appropriate in the context of ‘asking for more’ in life but must admit was a thought pregnant with determination to make it actually true!! Oh the human mind!! Never failing to ask!!