Idyllic Thoughts

Riding on the dream's wagon, I passed my childhood. I was a big dreamer. I lived in my own little world where fairies existed, adventures came searching for me and I was the heroine who won always. Now I know that all kids dream like I did. Anyway it was fun and took my mind from the outside world which seemed an alien planet to my mind. I never could mingle with anybody else, bar a few, because my beliefs were different. My aims and aspirations were different. Now I wonder if I should have atleast tried.

Grey skies and muddied waters. The beach was sad and the sky cried. Waves tried to run but were pulled back into the ocean. They even tried to hug the sun's peeping reflection on the sand. Froth lined the shores. Rainy season brings out the worst in the ocean. It gets depressed, angry and quite moody. It tries to scare away uninvited guests. It hides its fishes from fishermen. Acts like a child. But it has an admirer in me; for, I love the sea.