a walk with you

Why am I walking? As my one foot touch the many little specks of sand the other leaves as much. I usually pass untouched even more sand than I can ever step on. Repeatedly I am doing so, saying hello to some and passing by others I know not. No one knows why I walk or where I go. Where can I go? To the places I go everyday or to those places I have never been to at all. Sometimes why I walk is of no importance just as the sand that I pass by. Only the few tiny specks stuck on my feet know what happened along the way. The walk is soon forgotten by the many little things that happen around.

Today I walk with you. Along a white sandy beach that stretch a long way. On one side are bushes and trees of many greens. The other side is a sea of many blues. The beach is sloping slightly towards the sea. The bushes and trees in front are bent slightly over to the beach. And the sea becomes opaque and darker as it goes afar. The beach narrows as it stretch away and vanish at distance. The sky is deep in blue with some white patches of cotton like clouds moving slowly with us.

If you look back you can see our footsteps being slowly washed away by the waves. As if no one ever walked along these shores. The sea is never tiring and sweep off the moments faithfully so that we have no regrets left ashore. Together we walk slowly along the music of the waves that wash ashore like a jazz quartet. Each wave, like each player, is so unique and improvises yet together makes a soothing music like one sea flowing into the lagoon.

Look at the sand where we walk. Where the wave wash the sand is a bit hard, wet, smooth and shiny with reflections of us on it for a moment at least. But the rest above that is dry, irregular and uneven soft sand. In between is the place I want you to squat for a moment. This is another universe that you can wait a lifetime. This is the place where many tiny and colourful shells are left ashore. You are staring at the many different shapes, patterns and types of perfectly beautiful or sadly broken pieces that are left paralyzed. Once they were shelter to many lives and now abandoned for at least better or otherwise mistakenly unfamiliar homes. Are they being thrown away as unused objects of the marine kingdom so that someone from the surface can make a different use?

We walk along exploring this irregular never ending line carrying so many inspiring geometry and colour. At this moment you realize that it is true why I forget to know why I walk. So much happen in between that the walk is simply forgotten as a simple regular means to all the possibilities that lies ahead. It is not too late to realize that without this walk that which lies ahead will only remain there unless we reach ahead for it. Or do you want to sit and wait here for the sandy beach to roll under us so that all the possible specks of sand pass through us. In that case a lot of sand making a huge pile will surely stop at us unable to move across and finally burying us beneath the load of it.

Why I walk is simply to explore the possibilities that lie ahead. I usually do not walk backwards, unless it is the deep roots of an ancient tree, and hence it is ahead that I walk. The steps I left behind taught me when to move up along the sloping shore without getting my feet wet from the waves that wash ashore. And my foot prints along the path that I came taught me a lot more than I ever knew about the many shapes and colours of all I met along. If I walk along this same shore I am sure I can presumably figure the possible combinations of the patterns and colours that I shall come across.

Why I walk has no meaning unless you come along, without whose smiling eyes this walk is simply a walk along a beach.