The waves that hustle and bustle on the surface of the sea make it look very joyous and happening but underneath the surface lies the real world. A world inhabited by creatures that are exquisite, yet unseen. These creatures almost don’t exist for the outer world. Only the sea can feel their presence. It seeds and feeds them. It harbours them as long as they can live and finally provides them with a resting place.
Amid all the noise that waves make while they travel and finally hit the shores, the sound of those inner creatures is muted. It’s only a matter of getting your ears just under the surface until you can hear them. Sometimes the waves sound sweet and yet at other times they are cacophonous. Sometimes they sing in the appreciation of the beauty that this nature has endowed the sea and the land with. But sometimes they are querulous about the way shore rings a death knell for them. Sometimes they are boisterous because the winds carry them so turbulently. Waves have the privilege to expose themselves to the outer world and let the world hear what they have to say.
The creatures that dwell inside are doomed to infinite solitude. It’s not that they don’t talk. They have probably more things than the waves to tell the outer world and yet due to their sheer misfortune they cannot. They are colourful and lively. If you approach them in the right way, you find them convivial. They are desperate to have a glimpse of what lies on the other side of the surface. But they can’t help it. The vast expanse of the sea beneath its surface can gratify their desires for not very long. Some of the creatures are so naive that they have no idea there is a foreign world. Their ignorance never facilitates them to push their limits.
There is another class of creatures that are so naive that they don’t realize the existence of a boundary separating their world from the foreign one and swiftly cross it. Some of them wade through the waves to the shore. Others like to somersault and in the process they occasionally catch a glimpse of the other world. Whatever may be the way, they have the ability to witness the epiphany of the moment of their exposure to the other world.
The sea below its surface holds a whole different world. That world, though very serene and placid, has creatures that outshine most of the other creatures living outside. To ignore what lies beneath the surface is to deny oneself the opportunity to have an altogether novel experience.
