The time spent by the beach wa just brilliant. Right from the time we got accosted by cops, till the time we visited the beach last, on the morning of 1st Jan after getting all ready to leave, while saying bye to the sea (saying bye was only my idea, the other two guys are more mature and sensible) there have always been fond memories associated with it.
One memory in particular was that of Patrick, Viks and I sitting on a rocky outcrop on the Pondy beach, near its arterial road, Goubert Salai. There was an elongated strip of land, comprising entirely of stones that jutted out from the beach, and gently sloped downwards into the Bay of Bengal about twenty metres from the beach, perpendicular to it, in a manner of speaking.
We spent time from about 7 PM to half past, on the evening of 31st, just sitting, staring at the sea, without talking to each other, each one of us having our own introspections and private thoughts and prayers within us, feeling the raging ocean wind whip our hair out of shape, as the salty wind dehydrated our eyes.
The serene feeling of just spacing out by the beach that day, each of us immersed in our own thoughts, the unsaid understanding that each of us had of wanting to be left alone, was among the high points of the ending year.
Another reinforcement towards why 2006 was among the best years of my life.
