So does a three-hour walk sound good to you?
With my entire trust placed on Google maps and strangers on the street, I set out to find the sand, salt, and my long-lost sanity. After a walk of 20 mins, I got the first glimpse of Rue de La Marine. But before that I found a street vendor making and selling hot and sweet Jalebis. My favorite! What a way to start the gastronomous journey for the evening. The maps said 5 more minutes to go, but the walk seemed endless. The straight and plain street reminded me of my hometown, but it soon turned colorful. Bright yellow walls with red frames for windows and antique street lamps reminded me of where I actually was.
All the pain in my feet seemed to vanish when my eyes fell upon the shore. The rocks lined with people and the sea gently inviting me to take part in the beautiful melody were too much to resist. I hoped my legs would take me faster than they actually did so that I could finally let the waves wash away all of my doubts. To let it take away with it all of my fears and dissolve them from my heart.
Sitting on the rocks to listen to the waves crash on them and gently reconcile a few seconds later was a sight to behold. It was not just the waves that I heard, but also the voice in my head. Which surprisingly enough was no longer a scream or a hiss, but a gentle soothing voice. Reminding me that sometimes all you need to do is let go. Let go of holding back and let it hit you like the rocks let the waves hit them. Let it wash it all away and let it come back to you. And maybe when it does come back, you'll be waiting with open arms to embrace it.
Some dreamcatchers caught my attention on the way back. And I smiled thinking of all my dreams that have become a reality now. And the ones that are yet to.
With a happy heart and a satisfied tummy and soul, this is me, Svarah...sayanora!
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