One Last Wave

One Last Wave

Beaches. Beaches used to be my happy place. A place I loved to visit. The sight of the vast waters stretching to the horizon always made me calm whenever I was in a turmoil. Sometimes I went into the waters, sometimes I just sat in the shore and watched the waves. Well, I am sure this is nothing special. I am yet to see a person who doesn’t like beaches. But beaches have always been special for me. When I was a kid, my parents used to take me and my siblings to the beach once in a while. Apparently, when it was time to go back home I would tell them “can we wait for one more wave please? Just one last wave”. I have no memory of this, I was very little. But according to my parents, they would drag me home after several “last waves”.

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