We are at Kanyakumari, the southernmost tip of the Indian subcontinent. The entire family is up at 5.30 a.m. to watch the sun rise. Daylight arrives with the bluish-silver colour of the sky. We wait now, and as we watch, the sky turns a pinkish orange, lighting up the clouds around it. Molten orange cotton-puff clouds streak the sky. The pinkish orange glow spreads across the horizon, as we wait with bated breath.
The Indian Ocean catches these golden moments, and reflects them in the calm waters of the morning. A few boats bob about near the beach, tired out from their fishing trips of the day before.
Again, in just a few minutes, the pinkish orange is replaced by golden yellow light and there, peeking into the horizon, is the golden Sun. Over the next few minutes, this golden ball rises up and takes over the sky. We watch in amazement.
As the day progresses, the warm colours of the morning give way to the bright and white light of the Sun as it moves across the sky. The breeze and the waves play with each other throughout the day, sometimes energetic, sometimes gentle. The swishing of the waves, and the gentle sounds of the breeze talking to the coconut palms, soothe the ears.
We see a number of vendors selling sea-shells of different colours, shapes and types. The lady in the shop asks me to place the shell against my ear. My ears hear the ocean and its waves, the stories that this shell has to tell me about its adventures in the sea.
We are in harmony with the waves, the breeze, the rocks and the Sun. We feel a sense of timelessness, as we watch the Universe at work, quietly going about its day.
Some photos that we captured.
First bluish-silver light of dawn
Pinkish-orange clouds streak the sky
The whole area is enveloped in pinkish-orange warmth, as the boats bob gently and the water catches the first light and reflects them
Miraculous play of colours, orange is hidden and golden yellow takes over. First view of the Sun
Can anything be more beautiful?
The gentle breeze and waves play hide and seek with the coconut trees
One man-made object standing before the elements..
Different shells, different journeys…carrying the stories of generations
Treasures of the ocean, a piece of the ocean to take back with us.