Its amazing how the good old sea can change her face - the two sides of her face are so different from each other.
Sometimes she is so serene, calm n lovely - forming multiple ripples around - you keep looking at her perfect blue, with small white clouds far above, constantly changing into pleasing vibrant paintings, by the master painter, on top.
Sometimes she is so ugly, black n scary, boiling n fuming all over, forming single giant waves, relentlessly one after the other, all set to destroy you n the toyboat (so it seems), you are riding.
Still when at home, i can clearly hear her calling me - " come dear, come n be with me, watch the horizon meeting me far away, breathe deep, enjoy my sweet aroma - you cant be away, long"
