An Evening with Sun, Sea and Moon

Sitting here on a deserted seashore, when the day is closing to an end, sun even from behind the array of clouds trying to penetrate the waters with a few of its last rays, sea trying to hold back its waterfronts as if it will close-in into itself like a flower whenever it gets a chance to do so, I am completely absorbed by their ways. Every spec of sand around me, every drop of water in sea looks cheery with liveliness though in a few moments it will be drowning in the vastness of the night. The sun has kept its promise till the last breath and it’s their way to applaud in gratitude for him. They will survive the night on the remnants of verve they gathered from him over the day and hope to see him again next day. I learnt to keep hope alit in any kind of gloom from them. Things come and go; it lies with you to come out of each agony and ecstasy as calm and sane as you are by nature. I feel like coming here, coming to the sea, for this sunset, for these waves again and again.

I come here whenever I find time. I can sit here for hours listening to the waters. This sound makes me forget all worries. It says I put my thoughts to and while away my time for those worries, in vain.

I am not alone here and never was. The sea is with me. He talks to me about my ways, gives advices. He sings to me the songs I wish to listen. He smiles with me as I feel foolish for being too wary for nothing worthy. He laughs with me on a joke I remember for no reason. He dances on the rhythm of the dreams and wishes I indulge for myself.

He calls me beautiful in return to my praise for his grace. Nevertheless he never forgets to slap me with its watery splish-splash for my day’s wrongdoings. Yet I can feel the softness of a friend in that touch telling me not to make him do it again. It hurts him too. We both have a deep affection for each other.

As darkness spreads our parting comes in view and I push back the longing to stay back. I don’t know if I will get to return soon. He maintains a silence for a while, which I would never expect from him, adding to my restless mind’s predicaments. That silence makes it more difficult to say farewell. I wish I could make the flow of time pause for eternity at this scene. Then slowly he closes his eyes showing he is equally sad. Yet he does not say anything or won’t even fake a weak smile to cheer me a little. He is so cruel now. A tear rolls down my face and then as a fleet is about to follow he blows it away with a sweet wind of his sighs. And suddenly out of nowhere a silvery white ray reaches his face and shines in his watery eyes.

The moon is grinning with its crescent at my crying ceremony, saying he had been looking me from behind that cloud which just went ahead for some unavoidable reason he mentioned which he better had real one to stay out of trouble. He had been enjoying the spree … anyways, I could continue….!

Rujuta

She is one of the most precious persons I have got to be related with and by so close a relation as that of a sister. She has some unique characteristics of her own personality which she maintains, above all other things, consciously or unconsciously. In very much accordance with her name ‘RUJUTA’, which means delicate beauty, she is really very delicate and beautiful. I could never make out how our parents appropriately named her and didn’t make a mistake of giving me that name, which would have been very much inappropriate in any circumstances. She is four years younger to me and still stands taller than me, in both physical and intellectual sight. God will have to answer this unjust on his judgment day!

She has got some norms for life. She has certain ways of doings things. Some of those are much disciplined ones, which she would like to be done in that way only and some other are with no discipline at all which again she would want to be done with highest achievable degree of indiscipline.

She loves three things most- night sleep, day sleep and evening sleep! She can manage to carry out these tasks in very much continuation with almost nil breaks. Besides this prolonged state of being away from mortal world and it’s all kind of bustling sounds, she can even choose to ignore these things with same sanity while she is awake. I really wonder what earth she is made up of!

People say we don’t look like sisters at all or don’t share any behavioral pattern which can prove our relation. In apparent sense it is true to some extent but still there are some things deep inside us which make us alike. To mention a few of those - we both don’t want to be like each other, we both like to torment each other, we both like to pass on the tasks assigned to us by our parents to each other etc.

She has got a very good taste in everything like reading, movies, music, food, dresses and even friends. She has got some real gems as her friends - I literally had to beg her to include me in the list. She has got a good pace in doing things. It was me who started reading classic creations in English literature first but I am still to finish the two books I started with and she has completed one and almost done with the second one. This is very crude proof but those who seek strong reasons to believe this can contact our parents and be assured to get all your doubts cleared thoroughly.

Even after all this extolling she would not at all change her views for me, not even a bit. She is rock solid in her perceptions about people and has well established strategies to tackle them. If you are one of those who are close around her, you would appreciate this statement from the bottom of your heart.

Above all these facts one subtle observation I have made about her is that she is very much true to the heart and loves and cares for everyone around her including me. She looks an oddity when she tries to console me, cheer me up in gloomy moods, which she rarely does, as opposed to her routine manner, yet she tries it hard with very much honest and benign intention.

She is a little angel and…..a devil too!

Recent discovery has revealed some new dimensions of being RUJUTA like rectitude, simplicity and complexity together which makes the matter more complex to fathom! (Courtesy: Yogesh Jog)