The sea and the red sun blended, two symbols of power, with the cool breeze made the ambiance ecstatic. The sea waves carried the red rays towards the sand at the shore on their backs. The blue sea became red in no time. It looked like a painting becoming brighter and brighter every moment.
For people like me who lives in a concrete jungle in India, it’s even difficult to say the direction in which Sun rises everyday. The horizon for us doesn’t mean the line where the land and the sky meets. In fact our horizon varies every few meters and depends upon the height of the building in from of us. But the Sun is extraordinarily powerful and it’s rays make it’s way viz these concrete structures and illuminates our days. This may not be true for other planetary object that are weaker or far away. It’s difficult to feel the existence of the cool moon-rays even in full moon. Forget about the stars. Sometimes I wonder, if someday will arrive, the earth will be so bright artificially that naked eys will not be able to detect the stars in the sky.
But just keeping away the sad stories of nature in the concrete jungle, after long time I got the opportunity to see a sun rise exactly in the horizon. There are only few places you can see the infant sun bringing in the first ray to the region and this time I was in one of them, a sea beach. The esatern coast of India, where the Bay of Bengal has been washing the shores for probably millions years!
I spent my weekend lazying in the Mahabalipuram of Tamil Nadu. I didn’t miss the opportunity to wait and watch the Sun rising on the other side of the Bay of Bengal. The sea and the red sun blended, two symbols of power, with the cool breeze made the ambiance ecstatic. The rays of Sun already lightened the morning in Mahabalipuram even before it protruded in the distant horizon. The sea waves carried the red rays towards the sand at the shore on their backs. The blue sea became red in no time. It looked like a painting becoming brighter and brighter every moment. The only thing that made noise in that clam sea was the fishermen boats. They looked like black ants floating in the horizon. It took not mor than couple of minutes when the Sun raised much above the horizon changed its color with fresh power as every day.
The sun rise may be a daily events for those living in the cosatal region, but for me it was something to be kept close to heart forever.




















