Beach-walker

Walk along with

I love walking along with the waves on a beach. Sea waves sharing the secrets of the deep.Foams, the left-overs, begin breaking their mysteries at times over my feet. A delight thrills me. It is an embrace of delicacy. I have grown old, not to laugh aloud for any thrill. It is the status reached for becoming old. Yet the foms thrill you to laugh aloud I shared the joy of meeting the foams on my feet. A child came running opposite me. She looked at me with laughs. The laughter reflected the mirth bloomed at the feel of the foams covering its feet. The child was curious just anticipating me to share its joy .I offered a smile. The child awarded me a laughter in response. This time the child within me demanded more to react for. I laughed loudly. When we shared our laughter I thought of two big mirrors put just opposite to each other showing many more reflections .The child understood the child within me; it was an assurance of a pact between both of us to remain as child for some moments.