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Memories by the sea :)

This seems to be a season of goodbyes - of finales and adieus. I always feel a heaviness in my heart as I watch the hearse leaving  with the departed. But then , life goes on and maybe as the Regression Therapy states there is life beyond and you transcend this life and many more to be with those who matter over the eternity .....
And time touches everything to transform them for better or for worse - depends on how you look at it. 
Last week we were in Digha , by the sea ,brought back throwback memories which belonged to another time and the same place. People  gave me strange looks when I said I was in Digha , because it is synonymous with crowds, seediness and all things that almost everyone looks down upon. But Digha to me means Baba and driving down the beach ( It is an impossibility now) with the gulls flying out of the way- stretches of sand and shells and shell fish and  crabs running against the tide. Digha also means happy time, walks down the beach, and beer. Charu, all of two , declared
"Ganda paani, peela pani mat piyo, table pe saaf paani haye"....The sun ,sea and shells to me is Digha- and rows of Jhau trees that made it look like Grimpenmire.Most of which was washed away by the Aila !
Despite the "nabami r moton bheer" we found our quiet corner, listened to the sea, talked about everything under the sun , moon and stars ! I found a bit of my introspective self too....which was caught up with the myriad chores of everyday life.......
And yes, time stood still for a bit and then got washed up like that wave on the sea , splintered into a million sprays of memory !  Then and forever .
 Like those goodbyes , the sea recedes and comes back with a gusto....So maybe there is life after oblivion after all....







































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  1. Took me back suddenly to the time I ws 7 yrs old my first visit to Digha.... Ki bhalo likhish re... I just LOVE reading your pennings... Carry on Mithu...

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    1. You make me feel so good :) It's been a tough week with so many goodbyes and went back to the sea and a whole load of sepia memories.

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  2. shores of pleasant moments
    waves of memories thereupon

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    1. life is made up of all that - moments and memories :)

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  3. The expanse of the sea makes you realize about the universe and your part in it! Well written Amrit!

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