Fragments of water

Golden sand and the sound of water have always fascinated me. Growing up in a central part of the country, I never had a chance to visit any of these places. On November 20, I finally got a chance to go to Ulla beach, over 12 Km away from Mangalore. I went there with two friends. We planned a detailed trip; everyone wanted this to be perfect.

At 4:30pm: “On the site”

We booked a cab from Mangalore and reached Ulla beach. At first, it looked like an ordinary town with a huge main square connecting it. We walked for a while and thanks to Google maps, we reached there. Sand was visible from a distance. Remember not to wear sport shoes and skinny jeans (which I found myself wearing and instantly regretted). I spotted a group of people near the beach, a few kids and their families enjoying their time. The place was less crowded compared to other tourist sites in the Western Ghats; perhaps that’s what makes it more lovable.

At 5:00pm: “The ambience “

The place smelled of wet sand. A cold breeze blew past me. It wasn’t hard to find a peaceful place there. Everything felt a little lighter and breezy. The sound of the white waves touching the sand dominated the ambience of the place. Throwing my bag, holding my camera, I breathed in each and every second of it. Though I hadn’t brought extra clothing, I was trying to fight my temptation to run towards the water. After a while I couldn’t resist it. To hell with all the sophistication!

At 5:30pm: “A perfect frame“

I was walking barefoot on a beach. The sand felt like fragile water drops, rubbing on the sides of my feet pleasantly, leaving marks of footsteps on the way, showing the proof of my existence. I was sitting there with in my wet clothes, collecting all my remaining energy after a long day, waiting for the sunset. There is something mesmerising about sunsets on a beach. One should experience it at least once in a lifetime! It looked like the harshness of the sun became feeble, the combination of different shades of light changing in the sky from dark blue to light yellow. Matching the same rhythm, the ocean sounded quieter and turned golden in colour, with a visible straight yellow reflection of the sun, giving it an edge. Making the frame more picturesque and flawless, a distant fisherman boat could be seen with a white flag on it.

At 6:30pm: “The farewell”

Finally, when even a last bit of the sun became hard to locate, the crowd on the site became thinner and thinner, we decided to leave. It felt like an end of a beautiful poetry. With half of our cloths covered with sand we travelled our way back to Mangalore.

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