Walking away with prints...

The beach teaches the willing heart a lot ...especially if you take time to walk its sands. And  I just realised one small  detail.When we walk  the smooth white sands....we don't see our own footprints willingly especially when time is not our good friend.
This  revelation happened on a beautiful friday morning, accompanied by the hornbill's melodious cries and the shade of the clouds,  I was so focused in reaching my destination. The place where the fringes of beach where the forest meets the sea.Half way through, I realised that I was missing something, when I stopped to pick up a treasure washed ashore from the deep blue sea. The tiny sea shell, made me realise that I was actually making a temporary print of which would be lost forevever when the jealousy waves decide to wash away  leaving their very own mark.
Well, in our journey through this beautiful life, we most of the times forget the the mark we leave behind, especially in this hurried and instant world. Sometimes they are something that we want  to remember and sometimes something we want forget.