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Beauty on the beach 3 – Gucci gods & flags in between.

We were at Juhu beach, right in time for sunset. When K said he wanted to use the rest room. i shrugged – you gotta go when you gotta go. I strolled ahead and took in the sights. 

It was a busy street. Cars smoozed in and out of the swanky 5 star resort on the road. Smartly dressed couples & busy families either walked towards the beach or away from it. I leaned in on my parked motor-bike to take in the sights. 

Thats when i saw it. 

Just off the pavement, on a makeshift tarpaulin sheet hung the two objects that caught my attention. A Gucci bag and the photos of Christian gods. I decided to have a closer look. 

There was a lot happening there. The bags were hung on a hook, to the left of the photos. The photos, one Jesus and one Mary were tied with metal mesh to the tarpaulin sheet behind. The gods were watching me as well as protecting this makeshift museum of odd objects.  

Just below the photo of the Gods was the national flag. It lay facing down – a crime nowadays i think, but here nobody bothered. It brought order to this existence.

God, flag & Gucci.

On the extreme right of the gods, hung three hair-bands. One a garish red and two Disco queen designs. They balanced out with the Gucci bags on the other end. The flag in between lay neutral.   

There was other stuff – a Hindu calendar, discarded festival decorations, a single socks, a few shopping bags, some beach towels spread out. The objects were at a distance, without any order or design. Yet they were connected. Like a story told from multiple point of views, all meeting together, just off the center. 

I looked around for the owner of this madley bunch of objects – there was none. It just lay there, such a beautiful tabloo of images unnoticed & unaffected as people hurried by to the beach. 

There was a sudden tap on my shoulders – i looked back. It was k. He was back. ‘Lets get to the beach, others must be waiting’. I wanted to say a lot. He would have understood it too. But he had missed it too. Just like the others. So i said nothing. Others were waiting. We left together for the beach leaving gods and flags behind. 

Author’s note.

These are difficult times that we live in, also the time to appreciate the little things. hence this post. do let me know what object of beauty do you recollect at the beach or at random – anywhere, would love to hear about it.


Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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