I sat on the blanket I placed on the sand. I inhaled the scent of marine life. I watched the flight of Seagulls as if freedom is their signature. My fingers in the sand grabbed the grains to let them slip through my hands. This reminded me of how a drop of water falling on my hand disappears. The water disappears just like life can disappear as if it never existed. A life is here one day and gone another. Just like that. Life slips. Life goes on. Isn’t that an empty feeling? How do we find comfort in that?

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