" Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven." ~ Rabindranath Tagore

We sit on the sand that still holds the heat of the day. Breakers are forming straight lines in the dark blue ahead of us. They swoop up to touch our feet, and the waves fall back in petals, while the dying sun makes rainbows in the sand. Somewhere in the vast sky in front of us is an opal patch of cloud; the sea winds blow it away to show us a full moon behind.

Have you noticed that each beach has it's own melody? A music shaped by the wind, and the sand, and the shape of the shoreline? A song shaped by the time of day. Sometimes, very early in the morning, when the day is still a promise, we sit at the Thiruvanmiyur beach in Chennai, watch the sunrise and the people who are an intrinsic part of it. An old and wrinkled lady stands at the edge of the sand, and in a moment of utter abandon and joy, surrenders herself in song to the ocean. This, this is bliss.