She walked on that beach since she was a child.  She was in love with every thing over there, the Sea, surf, roaring waves, wet sand, the breeze and more then any thing else the changing colors of the sky. The Sea was a close friend with whom she talked, shared her emotions and found much needed solace when she felt low. From mere playing in shallow waters, building sand castles and picking shells her attachment to the sea had developed in to a very close emotional bondage. She could smell, feel slightest change that took place with changing seasons, anticipate storms and arrival of migratory birds. To watch the Sunset was her most favorite activity. She had found out that each sunset was distinctly different from other. She had never seen identical sunsets.  Sitting quietly on the beach she watched the changing shades and colors in the sky so beautifully reflected by the dancing waves. She watched till the darkness engulfed the sky, sea and earth. This transition from golden to crimson to orange and finally black, had a tremendous effect on her. She was deeply impressed by the ever-changing paintings over this huge canvas.

For past two months she watched the flocks of cranes flying back to their resting grounds, in the beautiful formations of V. While she walked on the shore hearing the songs of the Sea, her attention was drawn by their crackling sounds. She looked up in the sky to see them flying like waves of the sea, slowly rising and lowering over the cushion of air.  She loved them, they expressed the perpetual motion of life, the constant process of coming staying for a while and going away. She compared them with the Soul that appears and disappear without any attachment. The weeds washed ashore during high tides of summer also stirred her mind. She wondered why should ocean reject her offspring so ruthlessly. She compared them with shooting stars. Without any known reasons the shooting stars and weeds were out casted.  “Is it not possible that even human race is abundant on this earth like this weed to starve and rot?” She wondered.

On that evening while walking over the wet sand and watching the slow descent of Sun she heard the crackling sound of cranes overhead, but there was some thing unusual. She saw a crane loosing height and heading towards the sea. The rest of the birds in the flock were perhaps not aware of this descent, as this was the last bird in that flock. The bird plunged in to water of the sea; She was horrified to see this and looked around for some help. There were some fishermen close by. She yelled for help. Hearing shouts of a lady for help they rushed to her and on her request went in to waist deep water to rescue the bird. By that time the bird had almost drowned and was in a bad shape.  The bird tried to stand up staggered and fell back, gasped and was dead. “Like that shooting star and sea weed, you too, have been out casted for some unknown reason, my dear bird. The tears rolled fro her eyes looking at her “Migrant Soul” lying so helplessly. For the first time she saw a soul unable to disappear.

Soul can disappear living behind the form, was a new realization for her.

- Pulin Vasa