Monsoon Beach

It’s the beginning of the week, and I’m at the beach, enjoying a few dreamy days, full of Ā adventure, interspersed with a few lazy moments here and there, with my husband. We are spending this rare opportunity to be together, getting to know each other more, enjoying each other’s company without the daily hassle of cooking, cleaning, keeping house and so on, by going for long walks along the beach, bathing in the sea, taking pictures, trying out local delicacies, singing together as we walk and such other fun stuff. Of course, I’m not really a sea person, I’m more a fan of the hills; but then, sometimes, a little out-of-the-comfort zone experience is a welcome change, as it really starts meaning a lot more than it should. I’m a hills person, but as soon as I stepped out of the car that brought us to this wonderful beach resort, I saw the waves lapping at the beach, only a stone’s throw away from where we were standing, and I immediately had this feeling that we had chosen the right spot, the right resort for a stay, that there was nothing to regret and that all my misgivings regarding this trip had been unfounded. It’s great to be back on the beach, after a considerably long time, and we’re thoroughly enjoying ourselves. Last night, we actually watched the sea come creeping to our cottage door, accompanied by the rush of noise and high wind, and at dawn, when I looked out the window again to see if the sea was still our guest, I found it had retreated sometime during the night, lapping away at the shore again, like a fretting child. We spent the evening walking and collecting shells and laughing madly, like the gulls here.

This post wouldn’t be complete without a few photos, so here they are, right below. Will post more after we click them. Stay tuned! šŸ˜‰


The blue sky bathed in sunlight

Makes me breathless with delight.

The singing birds, the swaying trees,

And whisper of the gentle breeze,

Joyful children crying aloud,

Flying colorful kites that glide around,

Are sights and sounds that fill me

With boundless peace and ecstasy.

I am and will be for ever

An ardent poet and nature lover.



A vibrant darkness

Descends, ruffling

The rigid silence.

A siren wails somewhere,

Shattering it. Everywhere

The shadows retreat,

Creating space for

Dreams to curl in.

Pale and thin, the

Young moon crawls

Across a cobalt sky,

Behind fast-flying

Clouds that proceed

Without shedding a drop.

Some sound, probably

A mechanical hybrid,

Growls at the shaking

Silence that stands

Transfixed, staring

With glassy fearful eyes.

Suddenly it stops,

Stumbling over a hand

That presses a lever.

Through it all,

Summer, the sentinel,

Keeps vigil,

Sitting atop the darkness

On a rock outcrop.