He watched the
relentless waves on the sea shore with the same unrelenting curiosity, as he
did a few decades ago. And after all these years, the sea didn’t fail to invite
him. There were many an evanescent events in his life but certainly not the memories
he had of watching the enormous sea at work. Time froze and the sounds etched
in his memories each time he sat there, looking astounded and unnerved at the
same time. He knew though that he was safe in the warm embrace of the sands.
The thunders
and whispers of the sea that he heard as a young child still sounded the same.
He reminisced himself sitting with hands around his knees, eyes slightly compressed
to let the saline moisture wet him a little less, hair a sticky mess falling on
his forehead and firmly seated in the sand that he took to be his right on the
little piece of land. It was his, the excitement was his and his time was his. He
felt the same fervor that he felt as a child each time he sat there. Every time.
Over the
years, the sea gave him an immense motivation. He had spent countless hours
doing nothing but staring at the vastness. The enormity made him humble. He realized
how tiny and insignificant he was while watching it unfold wave after wave and
day after day to make up a resolute and persistent being, the only things in
the world that didn’t change over the years apart from his deep and sincere reverence
for it.
He saw the sea
as a living being. It was alive. He heard it speak to him. It gave him an eerie
courage. Courage to fight his fears. The language of honesty, strength, and
sometimes deep melancholy. It was sublime and persistent and yet treacherous
and short lived. It seemed that each wave had a life of its own. Rising above
the waters with an applause, falling back with a thunder, only to be washed
back to oblivion. It so seemed to him to reflect the life and the world around
him. The parallels were profound.
Sitting in the shore at midnight and seeing the deep black waters sent a tremor down his soul. And yet he sat there. Counting midnights and reflecting his deep black world within. The sea invited him yet again. He did not want to hold on to his resistance and he let the blacks unite.
