Random thoughts in Red Sea!

Water of the sea at a beach faraway from homeland bathes my feet. The water foams up around my ankles, tiny shells hug the crooks between my toes which close around them like stubby tentacles. Periodically, a fresh wave of water would pile atop the shallow water on bank in an apparent  hurry to greet the shore. I am dropping pebbles in water, my aim having been weak always, they don't reach farther than a few feet. The soft thud of the stones hitting water, the usual music of frantic waves hitting the shore, the laughter of the beautiful baby boy in water, all the sounds of nature blend in one nice, soothing background music , a playback to my thoughts.

I Pause to think how many lives this sea has claimed and how the people who lost a dad, a brother, a sister, or a kid, relate to this sea in which i manage to float happily, holding hands of a reliable partner in my own safe universe.

When in water, the joy which bursts up  like hundred golden bubbles inside my head giving me a strong heady feeling of being detached from 'land' and hence the world, for a small amount of time only i have grasp on stands in direct contradiction to how i felt seeing someone dive into the sea, to never resurface again. Happiness conflicts with a sense of loss. The call of conscience rings into my soul, reverberates inside my mind and dies out.
 And i remind myself  that i cannot concern myself with the happiness of each and every person on Earth.
That It's not under my influence.
and That we cannot afford to feel guilty for being happy in a world full of sadness. Selfish, but true.

As it is, I never fail to be amused at the difference of emotions and situations we human being, made from the same structural plan by the same master of the game, experience in the same place, at the same time.

The absence of justice in our lives , the unfairness of it all is probably the very reason we want to connect with the divine.