Which a body?

Which one?

Beach or a forest what do I prefer? Why?


ImageBeach since its first known use in circa 1535 has come to mean shore pebble, a shore of a body of water covered with sand, gravel or larger rock fragments. Not a great place to interrogate people, but definitely a great place to land warships.

The beach the vast expanse of water body in the land I was born. Isn’t it strange something that we expect to be calm and silent actually roars? It talks of awaking the strength within. To me it represents my father, calm, deep resources within me. Strength that can move mountains, and erode rocks, strength that sustains life. Salt that adds the punch. The prickly sea breeze makes me alive. The sound of the roaring ocean is reassuring, even the smell of the dying fish, reminds me of life paradox isn’t it?

As I walk down the beach and smell the salt water, hear the waves crashing against the shoreline, and feel the granular sand under my feet I feel alive and rearing to go, the world is my oyster.

Forest? Middle English from Anglo-French in turn from Late Latin forestis—unenclosed—from Latin foris or outside. Known to be in use since 13th century.Image

Basically means a dense growth of trees and underbrush covering a large tract. The cool, damp nourishes the land of the Yaksha’s the forest dwellers. Fragrances of flowers unknown, and scents of animals unseen. The forest is a refuge, a nurturer and fortifies.  To me the forest is Banashankari the nurturing spirit, a little cruel probably by the standard of the modern mothers but to me it she is perfect.

ImageLike Gustav Flaubert shares in November I tried to discover in the rumour of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I picked up my ears to listen to the revelations of their harmony. Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes—every form of animate or inanimate existence leaves its impress upon the soul of man.



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