"Were your prayers answered Mia?” asked a gentle but firm male voice. Mia turned slowly to see the Church father who stood in front of her and chirped vehemently “I wish they weren’t!”
“The truth is bitter. You either choose to live with it or choose not to believe it!”
“I for once realized I wasn’t loved and that I chose the wrong set of …” Mia choked with tears and she dint want to continue talking and said “Where can I find George? I wish to be alone”
The father replied “He’ll be here anytime he realizes you’re here.”
The father replied “He’ll be here anytime he realizes you’re here.”
The father just left knowing that he was no longer talking to the chirpy ten year old girl he had first seen in his chapel praying fervently.
Mia sat for hours together crying bitterly and later moved to the rocks near the sea shore.
She sat on the rocks upon which the waves smashed and one could bask in the sun’s heat. For the first time she dint seemed to be hindered by the scorching sun above or the salt water splashes on her face.
Did life teach her a lesson or was she over reacting to the truth? - She pondered for long.
Hours had passed and she hadn’t moved an inch from the rock.
“Was the pain in her more than the roaring waves or was her mind not letting her make a choice? - She continued pondering.
The answer was simple and so was the truth – but the fathoms of accepting the well-known seemed to hit her more than anything.
She sat all alone watching the endless sea and thanking the sea for the last time she was there –when she was fervently praying to know the truth- the truth as to why all her decisions were easily deemed wrong, the people she chose tagged as wrong, the one she believed as friends were nothing but fake lies and the one she loved most had ….
She realized ‘letting go of him’ was most painful than any other. She got up and stood on the edge of the rock and kept watching the endless sea when she heard a familiar voice
“Mia! What on earth! Jian informed me of your coming? Are you mad? Traveling by flight and then bus- all the way here on a weekend for just being here for few hours! Your one crazy woman I say!”
“Craziness is an art well practiced George” Mia quipped with a little tweaked smile on her face.
“What now!? If everyone kept running amuck while in problems to hit the sea, I’m sure the sea would get over crowded and maybe fishes will start to swim on land!” Mia smiled feebly.
“Listen, I know this sounds crazy and that I have only few more hours before I catch the last train back home. But the sea brings peace. It gives me that calm that I want. I have asked Sylvai to ferry me a little into the sea. Could you please just tag along?”
George knew that there was no use arguing with a woman, a woman like Mia.
So in the scorching sun, with literally no heed for the tan that was sure to stay on for long, Mia alight the ferry with George.
George sat on the front end of the ferry while Mia sat at the rear with her chin on her knees and arms folded. She dint bother to seem to notice anything but the motorized ferry going a little deep into the sea. At some point the ferry came to a halt and Mia felt the cool breeze hit her. She realized it was the same sea she so longed for. The smell of salt drenched water, the calm sound of waves lashing soapy foams giving way to bright blue water and slow gushing sound of the waves –all seemed to be in harmony.
A sense of calm, a sense of being one with nature, far from the maddening city life –all seemed to make Mia feel peaceful and calm. She took deep breaths of the sea and closed her eyes.
It was almost half hour later when George woke Mia from her long done meditative state.
“Care to have some water and bread!” George asked Mia.
“Thanks so much George, I would have both” Mia grabbed the bread and water and winked at George.
Almost an hour later Mia jumped out of the ferry and walked towards the shore chapel along with George.
“So how are you and how is your girlfriend?”
“Thank God you are your normal self now! OMG!!! You are completely unpredictable.
Priyanka is fine and yup am good too. I don’t want you to come here again with that crying face of yours. It dint mean a thing to that God forsaken ******. Why do you still hold on to the dead“
Mia was quick to respond with an answer “I came by because I realized the cause of his death. I no longer hold the guilt that lay in the corner of my heart. I came by to thank the sea!”
George hastily turned and looked at the sea with a strange gaze and quipped “Both the “She(Sea)” are unpredictable!
“That’s a horrible joke!” muttered Mia as she repeatedly played the sound in her mind – the sound she loved the most–the sound of the sea.
Mia sat for hours together crying bitterly and later moved to the rocks near the sea shore.
She sat on the rocks upon which the waves smashed and one could bask in the sun’s heat. For the first time she dint seemed to be hindered by the scorching sun above or the salt water splashes on her face.
Did life teach her a lesson or was she over reacting to the truth? - She pondered for long.
Hours had passed and she hadn’t moved an inch from the rock.
“Was the pain in her more than the roaring waves or was her mind not letting her make a choice? - She continued pondering.
The answer was simple and so was the truth – but the fathoms of accepting the well-known seemed to hit her more than anything.
She sat all alone watching the endless sea and thanking the sea for the last time she was there –when she was fervently praying to know the truth- the truth as to why all her decisions were easily deemed wrong, the people she chose tagged as wrong, the one she believed as friends were nothing but fake lies and the one she loved most had ….
She realized ‘letting go of him’ was most painful than any other. She got up and stood on the edge of the rock and kept watching the endless sea when she heard a familiar voice
“Mia! What on earth! Jian informed me of your coming? Are you mad? Traveling by flight and then bus- all the way here on a weekend for just being here for few hours! Your one crazy woman I say!”
“Craziness is an art well practiced George” Mia quipped with a little tweaked smile on her face.
“What now!? If everyone kept running amuck while in problems to hit the sea, I’m sure the sea would get over crowded and maybe fishes will start to swim on land!” Mia smiled feebly.
“Listen, I know this sounds crazy and that I have only few more hours before I catch the last train back home. But the sea brings peace. It gives me that calm that I want. I have asked Sylvai to ferry me a little into the sea. Could you please just tag along?”
George knew that there was no use arguing with a woman, a woman like Mia.
So in the scorching sun, with literally no heed for the tan that was sure to stay on for long, Mia alight the ferry with George.
George sat on the front end of the ferry while Mia sat at the rear with her chin on her knees and arms folded. She dint bother to seem to notice anything but the motorized ferry going a little deep into the sea. At some point the ferry came to a halt and Mia felt the cool breeze hit her. She realized it was the same sea she so longed for. The smell of salt drenched water, the calm sound of waves lashing soapy foams giving way to bright blue water and slow gushing sound of the waves –all seemed to be in harmony.
A sense of calm, a sense of being one with nature, far from the maddening city life –all seemed to make Mia feel peaceful and calm. She took deep breaths of the sea and closed her eyes.
It was almost half hour later when George woke Mia from her long done meditative state.
“Care to have some water and bread!” George asked Mia.
“Thanks so much George, I would have both” Mia grabbed the bread and water and winked at George.
Almost an hour later Mia jumped out of the ferry and walked towards the shore chapel along with George.
“So how are you and how is your girlfriend?”
“Thank God you are your normal self now! OMG!!! You are completely unpredictable.
Priyanka is fine and yup am good too. I don’t want you to come here again with that crying face of yours. It dint mean a thing to that God forsaken ******. Why do you still hold on to the dead“
Mia was quick to respond with an answer “I came by because I realized the cause of his death. I no longer hold the guilt that lay in the corner of my heart. I came by to thank the sea!”
George hastily turned and looked at the sea with a strange gaze and quipped “Both the “She(Sea)” are unpredictable!
“That’s a horrible joke!” muttered Mia as she repeatedly played the sound in her mind – the sound she loved the most–the sound of the sea.
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