Something's missing -let's do this again. Sun down, Ocean, Music, Shack --- Moonlight, Ocean, Music, Shack - yes now that seems complete! People (and the ones I love) are a given for company - what I articulated were the 'fringe benefits', which don't seem as enchanting without the core - the ones you love, the ones I love, the ones we love - in a way we see, define, perceive this 'so talked about / thought about, felt about' emotion.
With no workout scores on my report card for the last 5 months, wearing just about 'anything' was not an option. A brilliant disguise was needed to camouflage the somewhat visible difference I had been 'vocally' reminded of. Wonder if people forgot that my visual senses were still at play, and effectively at that!
Seduced by the idea and the setting of the 'evening to be', we all landed well in time to see the love affair in all its splendor - an enigmatic interplay between the sun and the ocean. As if failing to resist its charm, the sun seemed to give in to the call, its own desire, to be eventually consumed by the unending depth and want of the ocean. And if the color of the sky was any sign, one can just about imagine the intensity of the 'blush' the interplay left the lovers with. 'Eternal', one would think - for this affair and display of romance happened every single day.
The music (as if keeping pace with the heartbeat and the intensity of the romance), picked pace. And so did the spirit - both internal and the external (a stimuli if you will). Growing as rapidly as the indian sub-contient does, the shack before one knew, was a hive of people - lots of them (almost) stuck together, dancing, drinking and enjoying the sound and taste of the same music. I kept hopping in and out of the crowd until I found my sweet spot.
I turned into a bigamist. I cheated on the sun - for I found my sweet spot on the beach under the starry full moon night. That night I had a 45 minute 'dancing affair' with the ocean and the moon.
Nothing mattered - I was in a state of trance. As the water and the wet sand touched my feet, my skin - I sunk. I sunk in to the spirit of music, I sunk into the enigmatic beauty of the moonlit ocean, I sunk into the 'hide and seek' game the moon played with the patchy clouds in the night sky. I sunk - I sunk to feel liberated, uninhibited and free.
Free till I was called back, free till I had to walk back. As I walked back, I smiled. For all the effort I made to look good/ cover up that evening - I found love in, and through the most 'effortlessly good looking' beings of life, sources of life.
Wonder if I could ever be the sun, or the moon or the ocean. And surprisingly its not about being 'effortlessly good looking'.
For that night, the celestial bodies helped me find acceptance - unconditionally!
