Day Three 4:00PM:
We were on the beach today. This beach had varied of adventure sports available. Few of us went to rowing in a boat. Some for speed boat riding and few others even went for Para-sailing.
My Guru just sat on the beach looking at the horizon sitting all alone but certainly didn’t look lonely and sad. She had been sitting since 3pm when we came here and as we went along with activities.
I saw Sita, Venkat and Priya build castles in the sand. I went and sat beside my guru. As they completed building that castle, Nitya called out for them and three went to join her I saw a bunch of sea-shells in a small plastic bag beside my guru. I knew it had been picked up by few from our group and yet to start the conversation asked “What are they?”
“Memories that they have lived today”. Replied my guru.
I for sure didn’t expect this answer and I didn’t understand it too! So I said “Sorry but I didn’t understand”.
“These dead shells represent memories of your travel and hence collected by many. We don’t know to live a moment completely without sealing it as a memory through a souvenir, photograph or a collectible as mundane and valueless as sea-shells. So I said so” explained my guru I went into silence to understand that statement. Minutes later they seemed like hours when I had been in her company.
Suddenly I blurted out the question that had been long pending. “When I asked “why to pack hair-pins, safety pins etc?” you replied “Write your plan on the paper. It’ll ease your execution” In what way was answer for my question”.
She smiled and said “When you asked that question you actually meant “how could you remember to have such items in the list?”. “Right”.
I hung my head in shame with a smile and nodded in affirmation.
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