The Beach (One page story)

Why is meeting online such a decadent thing? Online is just a technology. We can still send flowers and curses and technology makes things get delivered, fast. Did I say I met her online?

Meeting has a touch element. Here, I am conventional. Hence, I did not meet her online but surely started knowing her through emails and phone calls and all my imaginative day dreams.

It was blaring May and no one travels to a beach in India in peak summer, more so at the Bay of Bengal. She said we would meet there and that our presence will bless the beach. I didn’t find it absurd except that it was a bit rhetoric.

We didn’t give a nomenclature to our “knowing” each other. It was just two people meeting on a beach. Did I say we didn’t have an agenda? Yes, we didn’t 

She wasn’t in her beach costume when I met her finally, after years of imagining a face and her facets of living. We didn’t meet on the beach for sun tan or surfing. We didn’t meet as friends or lovers. For us, I guess the beach was just a place where the vastness of the ocean overwhelmed.

There was a sudden surge of dark skies when we were chatting, rather oddly in monosyllables as we were tongue-tied. I guess meeting in person was something strange and odd while we felt so connected. The sound of thunder was like a warm up cushion.

I said that there was no one on the beach, except for us.

“What about few Kisses”, I stammered and she said, “That could be a possibility if it rains. I don’t foresee too much of the rain. Nothing more than kisses is highly likely”

What is this thing about the rain, I asked and she said that the rains and the sea was so much of a romantic moment.

It started raining suddenly and we stood there. Reticently, I looked at her and the moment made us come close and kiss. Yes, we kissed. It was raining after all.

There was an empty shack where we went, dripped with water and sand while it rained luxuriously.

“Can I ask you something”, She asked and I nodded

“Is a kiss specific for face? Can’t the entire body be kissed by another body?”

“Valid point. So, what do we do?”

“If the lightning strikes the ocean, the possibilities are many” and it did, in just one second. Or was it less?

We blessed the beach