Sun spread his merciless beams over the turbulent waves that glimmered like a zillion diamonds against the perfectly serene blue landscape. "Naah!! But that is nothing compared to the glow in her eyes" he mused. The brawny silicon was wet and moist and stretchehed its mighty empire to what seemed like the whole of the universe. "But her love would measure up to atleast a hundred times this endless stretch" calculated his mind.

She stared right through his vacant eyes, trying to pilot the whole magnitude of happiness that his presence brought, into the damp air that clung around them. The wind mellowed down a little and caressed them by his humid breath. She felt the wind playing playing chords with her hair, but that didn't  matter to her. He smiled at her. His usual discerning smile. The same smile that made her wonder if the whole cause of her existence was to put him where he was, the place where he stood, magnificient as always and smiling his wry discerning smile. The wind carried a grain or two of sand off his body and that troubled her. Troubled her like how a true mother can only be troubled. How a  mother suffers when her innocent infant cries out of pain. The wind was ripping him apart. But there he stood smiling his wry smile like nothing ever happened. "He is amazing. He can stand the winds. Even if he can't I am going to be there by his side always" she swore to herself.

He saw her gazing at the blue expanse. The sky that never begins nor ends but promises endless shelter from the torrid tyrant of a sun. "Nature's way of proving a mother's existence" he concluded. "Her fathomless affection overrides the sky's sincere sacrifice too argued his mind. He laughed at the trivial arguement that his blatant mond came up with. "May be that is why I permanently have this discerning smile on my face" he deduced.

The guard bellowed his ominous warnings in a jibberish tongue that she seemed to understand. Something about the warning disturbed her otherwise placid eyes. "I am his creator, I cannot let him die", she panicked. She ran her hands over his tawny, sculpted body. Her touch reinstilled in him the same gentle feeling that seeped through him during the moments of his creation. But the fear in her eyes troubled him. His hands wailed, yearning to wipe away those tiny drops that her eyes just conjured. Innocence is a horrible crime he realised.

She drifted away from him , clutching the hands of another man. His princess, his mother, his creator, his world was walking away from him for a reason his mind was yet to educate him with. "Papa, you can't take me away from him. I want to be with him" she rambled in the same jibberish tongue that he couldn't make sense of. Her lips trembled while she thought of the destiny that enveloped him. She had to be there, to protect him.


He watched the last bit of her shadow disappear down the leafy lane. The ocean tremored and he thought it was mourning over his loss. The calm waters was crying out at their vociferous best. The clamorous roar did very little justice if it's intention was to distract him, to lure him into thinking about other billion brilliant better things. "It's ok mother nature, you tried your best" he consoled. Unluckily mother wasn't consoled. He felt the still morose water licking his neck, like a dog trying to lick his master's worries off. Only this wasn't as appropirate. The ocean as he knew was an untamed monster and not a faithful dog. At once past few moments made perfect sense to him.He blessed the man who had taken her. He coudln't have survived the guilt if the man hadn't taken her away from him. He waited patiently in the shore where a few minutes back he spent the most wonderful moments of his life with that one girl. The hungry waters devoured him like an angry god just like how they feasted on million other lives. Only that it hurt him a billion times more as his body totally disintegrated into the tiny grains of sand that he was actually made of. Every grain of sand of his body though about her even in those final few nano seconds that the sea took to totally erase his existence off the beach sands.


She woke up the next day and rubbed her tiny little palms and looked into the mirror and saw her 3 year old self looking back at her with expectation and anxiety as to what the day held in store for her. Her mental alarm reminded her of yesterday's sandman. "Papa, we need to go to the beach to get sandman", she dictated. "Our beahces have been hit by the Tsunmai", explained her dad.