Alibag Beach

All I saw was a ten legged sea-crab strolling on seabed, after craving to see crocodiles and snakes for hours. Very disappointing, ehh?? I chased it few steps before it get out of sight. I looked around; very weak currents were coming from two sides and were making square shaped packets on water surface; and I found myself encircled in on one of such packet. I was amused by the thought of everybody was allotted a private squared zone by sea itself. It was a sunny day. I looked at horizon. Horizon was looking like mat filed with golden water beads. I wondered If I just reached at right place at right time. I was about 700 meters far from shore in sea and was heading towards Alibag Kolaba-Fort, constructed by Shivaji, and located around one and half kilo meters inside sea. Visitors are only allowed here during low tide.

I noticed something strange while chasing sea-crab. My foot steps were not even leaving slightest trail behind me. It was incredible. I grabbed black sand from sea floor out of curiosity. No wonder why sea floor was so hard and smooth. It was very fine grains of sand that was making floor very hard(considering very high packing fraction because of small size)and smooth at same time. I loved the feeling of walking on it. My Brother-in-law was coming behind holding hands of my sister. My sister was scared to even walk on seabed alone. Abhishek, Do not go there; Abhishek, Do not do that - I often listened from back. I thought she wont even miss a single chance of showing her elderliness to me. But, guess what, who was listening to her, at least not me :-). I was engaged in capturing beautiful squared patterns made on seabed because of cross-sectional weak currents over time.

Finally, we reached the fort after an hour rambling on seabed. The fort was 300 years old. A token entry fee for the visitors was charged. There were many temples and fortifications along cannons facing the sea. We captured as much as we could. After spending an hour we left and came back to beach. And then left for our next destination.

Trick that worked

There are few memories that we always cherish, irrespective of how long it has been since it occurred. It never gives away to bring a smile on our face. We relive those moments over and over. The thing that is titillating me now is a very devious trick that we use to employ to survive study session.

I still remember me - dowsing on a seat, a book opened in front. A routine scenario after 7pm. It used to be real pain to sit down and study after tiring day in school, and then breathtaking activities on play ground. Two hours of self study was mandatory and was brutally enforced on our routine. So I, along with my two sisters, did not had much choice. Somehow we had to cope with situation. But we had devised a tactics. Trick was kept totally confidential. Plan was: two of us will sleep at our seat and one will do patrolling, so if someone comes one will wake-up other two. Surprisingly it worked perfectly. We had great time faking study. Its success was all attributed to our mutual trust and team effort.

Definitely, this might have caused some damage to our academics. But that was not that importance in desperate desire to sleep. In hindsight, I can only see the trust and affection that was build among us; those never-ending homeworks that we skipped bring no lamentation at moment. These small incidents that pops-out on my mind always bring laughter. I totally miss those countless occurrents; especially, endless gossips with my sisters and unmatched prattle with elder bro.