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It  is  all  within  us.  The  monster  and  the  God.  The  truth  and  the  lies.
                Dreams and reality.

                   ‘How did I get here?’ I ask, clueless and dejected.
                   ‘That’s a question I should be asking. Isn’t it?’

                   ‘I can’t feel my legs. I am too intoxicated.’
                   ‘Ricky! Grow up. What if it were high tide? You would have been swept

                away by the waves. I can’t afford to lose you.’
                   ‘Don’t be worried about me. I don’t deserve so much. Ricky’s is yours
                after I die,’ I laugh as I press my hands against my stomach.

                   ‘You deserve that, and much more. I love you.’ She helps me get up by
                offering me a helping hand. Sheen has taught me so much. In relationships,
                one has to be transparent and reflecting like water. Love back, give back,
                don’t only expect things from other people.

                   I laugh hysterically at my situation, my dream, my life, which is no short
                of an artwork.
                   ‘How can you be so happy all the time?’ Sheen wonders.

                   ‘Happiness  comes  in  various  shades,  shapes,  and  forms.  Happiness  is
                omnipresent. Happiness comes from within. All you have to do is decide to
                be happy.’

                   ‘What about the pain that we feel?’
                   ‘Pain  is  temporary.  It  heals  after  a  while.  Your  life  is  a  mixed  bag  of
                emotions. Cherish them all.’

                   As we keep moving along the beach, I come across a beautiful shell. I
                pick it up and adjust it on my finger. After sailing for so long, I did fall in
                love again, but with the sea. This bond feels like it would last an eternity. It
                never fades, just gets stronger with every passing day. This shell-like ring

                on my finger is just a token for you to see. What I feel is something I may
                never be able to express in words.
                   Meditation for me is floating free in the ocean, shallow or deep, Indian or
                Mediterranean, blue or green, it simply does not matter. Ocean heals me in

                ways nothing ever has or ever will. Search for that one thing in life that
                gives  you  immense  happiness  and  keep  going  back  to  it.  It  may  not
                necessarily be human. It’s this bond that brings me to Canacona Island, all
                on my own, often.
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