There is something pure about a walk on the beach. Waves crashing at your feet and pulling away the loose wet sand from underneath. I am not a morning person but if I am in a beach town I wake up just for this…all by myself.
One of my first memories with the sea was during one of my first few trips to Goa. We chose to stay at the shacks on the beach. I was totally unprepared for the serene sounds of water lulling me to sleep only for crashing waves to wake me up. It was almost as if the sea was in tune with me. I remember waking up wondering what the loud noise was. As I stepped out of my room I saw great big waves crashing on the beach, calling out to me to come and play. It was like meeting an old friend. One look at beautiful horizon and I was lost. I did not even realise how far away form my room I had ventured…blissful with beautiful, playful waves.
The beach in Pondicherry is another one of my favourites. It is best enjoyed at sunrise but that also means you have a very short while with them before it gets hot and sunny. I went there in the January last year – the best time of the year to visit any beach town in India. With waves licking my feet I walked a long way on the beach and as always found myself far from where I had started. I came across an old fisherman village called Pudukuppam. On the fringes of the village stood a small temple, ruined and dilapidated. The village was almost razed to almost nothing in 2011 when Cyclone Thane hit the coast, wiping away precious life. But life moves on and the villagers now recall it only as hazard of coastal life. One is can hear notes of A. R. Rehman’s hits floating out of houses and find women sitting outside their houses, making small talk as they prepare their meals and play board games. I believe chance discoveries like these make for great memories.