After shamelessly hanging around at the wedding hall long after everyone else had gone, in a manner that only close friends/relative of the groom or bride have the right to, Sajiv, Rama and I finally decided to hit the beach.
Visiting the beach had been something I wanted to do, pretty badly, for some strange and inexplicable reason.
Sajiv was good enough to take Rama and me to the beach in his Ikon and the three of us guys managed to have a fun time. None of us knew swimming, and Rama and I being attired in our kurtas were a little more discreet so far as getting ourselves soaked was concerned.
The beach isn’t particularly crowded at half past four in the evening, because it isn’t really cool yet, and the sun is beating down on you mercilessly, but the cool water and the ambience negates the discomfort, if any, caused due to the heat and humidity.
After drawing Rubik’s cubes, and arbit signs on the beach, it was time to head back to civilization.
I’ve always been a “mountain person”, preferring the cold of the more elevated places along with everything else wonderful that the majestic mountains have to offer, but I am falling in love with the beaches too.
