A moment of love
The Christmas sun was setting at the Surathkal Beach. A pleasant breeze was blowing in from the sea. Seagulls were busily finishing their dinner - fishing out the numerous shells and tiny crabs that the waves brought to the shore. Silhouettes of birds flew across the red disc, which was fast dipping into a smoky cloud in the distance. The reddish glow in the sky would soon subdue into a faint glow, before fading out altogether. The beach was almost deserted, throughout it's length of a couple of kilometres, except for a couple or two from the nearby college. Most of the students had gone home for the Year End holidays. Only those who were from distant parts of the country, had stayed back. The local children, done with their evening play with the waves, had gone back home. I looked at her. She was sitting still, silently staring into the distance, with her unruly hair fluttering in the breeze. She tossed her hair back time to time, as it fell on her face. What was she thinking? ...