There is a place in the southern extremity of India in the state of Tamil Nadu called Kanyakumari. An extremely popular tourist place notable for its historical and religious significance. The 3 seas viz. Bay of Bengal, Arabian sea and The Indian Ocean form a sangam there, and are famous for the colored sands.
According to Hindu legend, Kanya Devi, an avatar of Parvati, was to marry Siva, but as he failed to show up on his wedding day, the rice and other grains meant for the wedding feast remained uncooked and remain unused thereafter. As the legend goes, the uncooked grains turned into stones as time went by. Some believe that the small stones on the shore today, which look like rice, are indeed grains from the wedding that was never solemnized.
It was balmy, A Full Moon Day. The weather in the evening was gently pleasant, perfect time for us to take a stroll by the beach. The long absence of togetherness had sharpened the love between us , The present was trying to strengthen it. Of topics and reasons that are too vague to remember we choose to sit on the rocks and enjoy the sunset rather than trying the roaring sea. The silence was soothing and the waves melodious. “Isn’t the sun looking perfectly red and round” – I said Yes. On the Other side we could see the moon rising too. As if they were saying adieu to each other, The moon rose and the sun set at the same time. We were silent. The rays seemed friendly, illuminating everything in a way i had never seen before. It felt like the comforting warmth of a sweet embrace, stilling the heart, and causing the breath to hold for the slightest of moment. The kiss was perfect.
The Most important part, It wasn’t the place nor the sea nor the sun and the moon together that made it perfect. It was her.