The Beach Never Disappoints Me

By Suryalaxmi R.

This is about the time when we visited Alapuzha, my husband’s native. I wished this time we would visit a new place in the region. But no, my hubby dearest once again wished to sea the beach. The beach is where we had been to a number of times after marriage. It was his favourite place and he took me along every time we visited our home. I often complained that we went to the same place again and again.

It was a cloudy sky in the evening and the chances of the rain increased as we neared the beach. As soon as we parked our bike, it started pouring in no time. We rushed to the shade of a kiosk on the roadside. We barely escaped the down pour and got almost fully wet.. along with others who came from the beach and roadside taking shelter under the canopy.

None must have complained about the inconvenience. Because it was the kind of trouble that brings pleasure with it. The wet sand was getting all heavy and the sea seemed rather indifferent to the water lashing. What would rain do to it anyways? So, under the shade of the kiosk, we ordered for tea. The kiosk played an old romantic Malayalam song. We simply smiled and spoke no word. How melodies spring up at bizarre moments.

It was pouring heavily now and we were close to "all wet". The tea tasted bit different as we sipped. This warm refreshment down the throat was a different sensation in the rain. The small shade couldn't hold us any longer. We quickly ran hopping from puddles of water to under the flyover. The clouds over the sea were ashen blue and the lightening seemed to set the sea in ripples. The vast sand got wearier with water.

The rain subsided a bit. People under the flyover and the kiosks shook water off their head. The newly constructed not yet working flyover dripped drops over us.

Let's take a selfie,” he suggested. I was all for it.

I thanked hubby dearest for bringing me to the beach yet again. That's why I say the beach never disappoints me.

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