She scuffed the shell embedded in the white sand, then bent down, to pull it out. However many times she picked up sea shells, she always marvelled at their beauty, their intricate patterns and varying sizes, which the Almighty creates in such intriguing intricacies. Their different hues juxtaposed with the changing blues of the sea which sometimes crashed in tumultuous waves and sometimes gently lapped the pristine white beaches, edged with Coconut groves.
The girl kept walking towards the crashing waves, playing their symphony, shell in hand, as she watched the spray and foam, each wave left behind before disintegrating.
Somewhere across the horizon lay another land, with equally white sand, but far away from the sea.There were only few palm trees there.Few and far. She remembered walking those white sands too! She had a companion there.Tall and strong.One who loved her and spoke to her so warmly, her heart glowed merely recalling it.
But one day he left her.Alone and bereft! The white sand was burning. The glare of the people around her left her burning. Her bangles were broken. Her colourful silken robes removed.
When she looked in the mirror, all she saw was white…..
A pale face, shorn of her long, dark tresses and pristine white robes.
The sunlight burnt down on her….. white pristine!
