Life, Lasagne and a pebble

I walked along the beach last night….. it was pretty late…the moon shone down like a bright white pearl and it’s reflection shone like silver lining…as the ripples moved in and the gentle waves lapped on the sandy shore. I needed to think so I drove down to the beach at 2am, so that I knew for sure that there would be no people or rather not as many as on the weekend or earlier during the day.

Sometimes life gets too fast, too difficult and too much to savour. It’s almost like when mum makes lasagne on Xmas day, I’m not complaining….. I love that dish….but she makes enough for a regiment..and then I end up eating it breakfast, lunch and dinner ( I’m serious about the breakfast!) all throughout the week just because my mother puts cottage cheese in it and the taunts of “eat up or it’ll go bad it’s a waste” riddle me into the disgusting eating habits!

So yeah life and the lasagne… everyday is too much to savour and I need to unwind and be alone and think. So I picked up a pebble and threw it into the sea. “that felt really lame” I thought, I mean, what kind of effort does it entail to pick up any stone off the sand and just throw it where it came from? No effort really! I threw another one..and another one and started getting bored, with myself, the surroundings and this pebble throwing stint.

So I searched for a flat one. I saw a beige coloured one gleaming in the moonlight, its texture was smooth and I held it between my thumb and index finger while I looked at the open sea. I bent sideways and flicked the stone into the distance, and I saw it skim the sea’s surface once and then plop. “Damn it! not a very good start” I thought. I found another one and flicked it again…this time it bounced twice on the surface before sinking. I picked up another dozen and spent my evening flicking pebbles into the sea. Each time I tried to make it go further before it sunk into the cool blue waters. I wonder where that last pebble settled when it sunk.

“What the hell is out there?” I wondered. I wonder how many people are at sea right now? I wonder what’s happening at this exact same time across the seas, in other countries. I just love to think that everyone is living their different realities, changing their destinies, just like the ripples change patterns every second. I wonder if I were a pebble how far I would go, how lightly I would skim the sea and when I finally fell to the bottom, how long would it take me to be washed to shore again, only to be found and thrown back into the dark blue sea caressed by the moonlight.