It was early morning. The Sun yet to get warm had brought an end to relentless darkness of night. First rays of Sun announced the arrival of a new day. It had just made a grand entry at the horizon. Fine and cold sand beneath my legs glittered as glistening sunrays made the first contact with it. As I walked down the shore, a half crushed shell struck my foot. I bent down and picked the shell. Like the sand it was also cold. I looked around and there were many of those. Some of them were crushed by the Seagulls. They had already started their quest for food.
I moved close to the edge of shore and a tiny wave softly crashed on my foot. They say water in Arabian Sea is clean and clear when compared to Bay of Bengal but it was an exception there. Sea water flowing from Bay of Bengal was clean and shimmering under the effect of sunrays.
I stood there and was looking at the horizon unrelentingly. I was still holding the half crushed shell in my hand.
‘Do you ever put your bag down?’ asked Tanya as she took over the ownership of shell by almost snatching it from my hand. An old habit.
‘It’s my travel buddy’ I smiled.