Whenever we come across this word the first thing that strikes our mind is shells and sand-castles. The engrossed hours spent to erect sand castles and fabricate it with multicoloured-shells are often forgotten but to me thats the most important part of a sea-trip. The might with which one gives his cent-percent and complete the castle is noteworthy. Its kind of a burden bestowed upon one's soul. Once it gets over one answers the sea's call.
An ovesized wave shatters it. At times the shells dont match the decor. At times, its quite impossible to counter certain obstacles yet we fight till the last breath. Inspite of knowing the fact that fate will conpire against us and destroy our "pleasure dome" , we never back-off. The hustle and bustle of the shores seem to be faraway voices. The wrath of the sun soothes.
The sea plays the pivotal role. It motivates and inebriates us. An agent to widen our minds. An agent to sweep away our apprehensions and rerfill us with substancial vigour to errect our castles over and over again.
