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Blue Bay Beach is one of the best places which shall remain etched in the minds of the people. If there is such a thing as a heaven on earth, it would be here. The sand is as soft as a pillow, golden brown, sinking under the weight of my feet. A strange, squeaky sound from the sand accompanied each step I take. Turning back and looking at the trail of the footprints which people are leaving behind.                                                                                                       
                 The sea is glittering blue and the gleaming rays of sunlight. The waves crashing on the beach and a roaring sound echoing around the beach. White capped waves gaily rush towards me and then were unwillingly dragged back to the big white ocean. The sun falling into the skyline, streaked colors of orange-red and purple onto that dark blue canvas. The salty ocean scent floating in the wind. Walking down the beach, there is a campfire. The fire is burning as brightly as the sun rays. Majestic flames grabbed for the sky. Sitting down in the circle of people. A warm feeling lingering in the air. Shutting my eyes and deciding to activate my other senses. A tuneful voice, in a perfect pitch, was singing to the accompaniment of an acoustic guitar. A happy chattering was heard and the stories are being told around a colossal heap of burning sticks.
            Silently walking away from the crowd. In the distance, the chattering slowly vanishing away. I am alone and now surrounded in the shadows of deep darkness. Sitting down on the soft sand and twist my toes every little while, a little wave gathering courage and creeping up to my toes, giving a little splash and run back to hide. There is no disturbances and no interferences. My thoughts were simple and all my feelings are calm. In the stillness of the serine night. I started reflecting on the person I am and what I grew to be. I decided to wonder about my purpose in life, my values and everything I have ever worked for.
                                                                                                 The trees form contour against the darkness and give a shadowy presence around me. The bright blue sky seemed to be infinite, for ever going on. Surrounded by such big things made me realize how small I actually am. To think that the amazing creator of all these actually loved me and knew me by name. The lyrics of the song “Who am I “by casting crowns creped into the back of my mind.        
                                                                                      The moon, not covered by the clouds, was a round beaming big ball. It gives me a sense of security, that it will always be there for me. Through joy and pain, even when I am not looking for it or if I don’t see it, it will always be there. I found it to be like my dreams. Dreams seemed so close that I felt like if I reached up, it would soon be in the palms of my hand, and yet so far that no matter how much efforts I put in to grasp it, I couldn’t. Then again, started living in a dream. Life itself is actually a dream in itself that we will one day wake up from into perpetuity of reality. The cheeky small shinning stars, twinkling in the dark black sky, seemed to be making fun of my childish dreams and imaginations. The cold breeze brushed against my cheeks, leaving a soft tickling feeling. Feeling amazed by the awesome beauty of nature that is surrounded me. I am spell bound that it was all designed and created by a single person.
            Taking the sand in my hand and watching them slip through my fingers; it felt like the time is running. A longing out pouring de ep within me felt urged to stay there forever, a place so close to all my dreams. Smiling and satisfying, a feeling that did not have in a long time. The emptiness that once submerges me is now filled with an overflowing spring of  joy and happiness. Time flew and before we knew it, it is time to go home. It seems the pressure of the ticking of time did not apply to this incredible place. Knew that in a little while, I will have to go back to my world of mundane, routine life, rushing people with a schedule filled with endless tasks to complete. Taking a deep breath and closed my eyes, a smile on the corners of my lips. For this moment, this is my happiest place visited ever in my life, my heaven and my world.

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