Having splashed the sea under a hot sun for hours together, we were looking very different; almost needed a torch to find ourselves in the dim light of the hotel room. Eyes popping out, darkened skin, with hair which almost felt like hay, notwithstanding, we still wanted another excursion to the sea. Such was the intense joy of playing with saltwater. This time we planned to meet the sea in the early morning;  little before the seat of solar energy jumps out of the horizon. We set our watch and planned to get up early.The alarm rang, and we feverishly got up and tried to see the world outside.

All we saw was a pale blue haze over the sea, the haze was deep enough to cover the crashing waves. We could not wait so rushed out to explore.

The weather around 5.45 am is so different and this unique change can only be felt and cannot be described. The sand was wet from the pounding sea and the temperature probably fell several points on the scale as our bare feet could gauge of the surrounding sand. The wind had changed to a gentle breeze and the coolness made us fold our hands and arch our bodies to preserve the body warmth.

There was utter calmness around, lacked the sound of people, except for the occasional shout of a raven and the hiss of the gentle waves lapping the shore.

The day slowly brightened and all eyes were looking left towards the east to catch the first light of the infant sun before it matures to a full circle of a fireball. ‘Nulias‘ or the local fishermen, who are expert swimmers and also double up like a rescue team with yellow T-shirts and cap on were asking us if we wanted to venture out into the sea. As we were talking to them, suddenly out of nowhere, the yellow sun reminiscent of an egg yolk came out of the gray haze above the sea. We stood there as the sun climbed up the sky and the day brightened with every move of the golden sun.

What a splendid sight!

As the day progressed, hordes of bathers join the beach and people splash at will, and few, including us ventured out to the deeper part of the sea, beyond the waves where we do not touch the sandy beach but emptiness touch our legs as we wade through the dark seawater as if hanging on the water surface.

Nulias holding our hands, and armed with a tire tube snugly fitting our waist, we face the might of the rushing water. We continue to enjoy the waves that do not beat you up but gently push you until you are drowned to the nose and immediately bring you down

..a feeling of ecstasy which no one wanted to relinquish.

After spending two hours in the cool sea, we are energized all over, all the fatigue washed away, all the man-made city pain that plugs your system washed away, we emerge like new souls. 

We turn to look at the friendly sun and bid goodbye to the crimson glow that has filled our senses and made us ready for the harsh world which we call ‘land’.