the night out at kalinga beach

I dunno how much of a nature lover you are n all, or whether you would understand this. but
if u care, read. It was an overnight party, there were about 25 of us, n everything was taken care of… never ending beer bottles in tons of crushed ice n chicken n chips n all, that could last an army battalion. Melin behaved like he was expected to behave, inscrutable for most, but mostly I get him right. But I didn’t pester him much, he said he was havin a fever n I trust him. The party was as much fun as any other beach party would be...trying to annoy each other by putting sand in all the wrong places, making a sand babe with big boobs on top of someone whose pictures would be taken and seniors bragging relentlessly to dreamy juniors after 3 beers n all. Then it was all over n people wanted to leave. i didn't. ishaq didn’t. Overnight party, remember. But then they waited awhile...after all we were important people..their own course mates, their own juniors. i don't have anything against the people who wanted to leave...there were those who wanted to sleep till noon without getting disturbed by a blazing sun, there were people who had a recurring dream of dogs licking them n all when they slept at the beach and people who wanted to go back 'cos everyone was going back. i pity the last variety cos they probably had the most embarrassing reasons. Chuckles. i felt really grateful to ishaq for bein as much nuts. its hard to find mates in the insanity circle, you know. they gave up in a li'l while n left after 'call us when u get back ', 'beware of the dogs' n all . guys guys..we know u care n all..

ishaq slept like , in a minute. like a baby, cuddled up in the sand like that's the way he slept every night. I felt protective, looked for dogs n pirates n all, none of em, jus some spooky palm trees. I made a sand pillow and tried to sleep. but then, I looked left n right for dogs n pirates n all again, or something which i should be afraid of, something which was good enough reason that people should leave. Then i gazed on the clouds above. Not the phantasmagoria u expect in a sky on top of a beach after a party, just clouds, mostly lazy non moving ones. But the breeze was getting better. Watched the waves for awhile. they all surged in like they should. full of promises, looking good n bubbly with white caps n all. then they disappeared n new ones came, like lovers. Should i trust this beach n sleep?

spotted a bright star right on top of me which i fell in love with instantly, probably cos it was the only star which escaped the clouds. And I was sure it was a female one n it was kinda reassuring. woke up when I badly needed to piss. man, what a morning it was. totally clouded but kinda magical despite the hang over. tried to get rid o the sand from all the crevices in the body and kept spittin sand outta my mouth till we reached back. I missed my mom, i dreamt that I was sleepin on her lap. of all the thoughts that comes on a hang over morning, the one which I re thought when I got rid of the hang over was that...i slept like a log n that I could still hear her lullaby, the waves. And that i loved her. It was hard gettin the sand outta the nails, maybe the guys were right.