There may be diversity; there may
be disharmony all around the globe. However, everyone must acknowledge that I
am an authentic epitome of unity or harmony. I feel so confident to be composed
of little drops of water indeed. Yet, people do call me ‘brackish’, but I
wonder how they can forget so easily that it is I who is the primary source of
all kinds of salt. Broadly speaking, salt brings the actual taste to each
cuisine. Living under the azure canopy, I roll my ripples time and again. I
have to remain an eyewitness of people’s family and love. They bathe in the foamy
waves; they make love in front of me; they spend amorous moments all together. But
how can I forget my celibacy? Whenever I witness such moments of love belonging
to the others, I can’t hold myself back from feeling so lonely full of constant
commotion that is spoken out through my roaring and restless ripples. I convert
an ordinary place to a magnificent tourist spot. I sometimes laugh at myself
silently. Why? That is so because of my loneliness. How painful my life is! I
can only provide lots of gaiety to the others, but never am I given anything at
all as a gift. When the sun goes down, when the tourists are about to leave the
place, I feel more pricked. Yes, they add insult to my injury again and again. Sometimes,
I get so annoyed and so infuriated that I become monstrous, heartless, harmful
and disastrous. Well, I have to be so; resulting in, I take the guise of
tsunami.
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