A Walk into the Red Sea

 Continues from Al Rifa'ai-The Heritage Coral House!

The sea held its most beautiful charm as we reached the beach. Huge sea shells and lifeless corals were scattered all over the shore. Before plunging into the sea, we explored the sea shore to collect the marble white and perfect sea shells. 

Low tide, chill water and the borders

The time was of low tide.  To the far stretch of the sea, the water reached only till our ankle level. The short waves drew designs on the sea floor. Mud mounds stretched across the shore, turning golden to give an enchanting edge to the sheen sea.

 As we carefully walked on the coral filled and slippery sea floor, somewhere in my mind a fear for Tsunami erupted. Whatever happens, I didn’t want to die there. My soul always belongs to my mother country.

Though the beach was safe enough to remove Abhayas, I wasn’t so eager to get into the deep water. As we crossed the shallow water and reached the deep waters, all of sudden, the temperature of the water changed from warmth to chill. I waited as Sreejith, Nadeer and children plunged into the deep waters.

Fun in water

As I stood neither on the shore nor in the deep waters, the sublime scenes started to erupt around. At the horizon, the clouds turned scarlet, orange, red and dark. The Sun was coming down to the sea.  In that blissful light and ambience everything turned beautiful than ever. Even my strands of hair flying loose had a unique beauty in that air. The children looked like angels swimming down. I felt a moment of pause in the air as the Sun finally dipped under the sea. Darkness spread over and we walked back to the shore. 

The fun at the beach was not over yet. We were starving to the core as we reached the shore from the water. Thankfully, our friend’s family had brought a flask of tea and some fruits with them. As we reached a peaceful level, the children started to play around and Nadeer started his photography while others readily stood as the models. 

Low Tide and Sun Set at the Red Sea

After a while, I and Shehnaz sat down on one of the benches at the nearby park. As we looked onto the dark sea and watched the children playing, we were unusually silent. Sometimes silence has its own meaningful words in a friendship.

Afterword: The wall picture of this blog is a scene from the mentioned beach during Sun Set.

Continues in In the Heart of the Sea!