The story of a wave

This is a story of a wave in Arabian sea...

Sometime back, in the womb of Arabian sea, a little wave was born. It was made of beautiful little drops of water. The wave was a clear little thing and was still untouched by the dirty shore.

The wave was named Grace. She was a little sweet, a little salty, naughty, curious and carried sparkling eyes. She was the apple of the eye for everyone around her. Always on the run, she hated being idle and looked forward to experience the little joys that life brought her way. However, much pampered and much protected Grace had big dreams. She wished to reach the shore and go beyond. However much she loved the sea, she knew she was not made to rise and fall back into the sea.

Grace was happy with her life but never content. She was always on a look out for the right opportunity. And one fine day, she grabbed it.

That day, Grace could hear the world calling her with its arms wide open. She had escaped the prying eyes and broken all chains that held her captive. She owed no explanation to anyone and had no obligation. She believed she was free to live her life and enjoy every moment of it.

With hopes filled in her eyes and dreams in her heart, Grace began her journey. She travelled far and wide. She met new waves and learnt from her new experiences. Always optimistic, she never stopped. Her curiosity took her many nautical miles till one fine day she saw the shore.

Grace was thrilled. Her determination was finally paying off. Her patience of so many years was now turning into restlessness. She couldn't wait till she reached the shore. Grace closed her eyes, took a deep breath and just headed on.

Grace continued. She kept moving on and on until she suddenly lashed herself to a rock.

Grace's dreams suddenly were shattered and her droplets scattered all over the rock. Her dream of kissing the shore seemed unrealistic with every passing moment.

Grace is today unable to move. She is today trapped by the big black rocks that surround her. Unable to gather her droplets back and unable to rise above the rock, Grace is now struggling and feels suffocated.

Will Grace ever make it to the shore? Will her dreams come true? Or did she expect too much from life? Was she wrong in escaping from the protective captive back home? Is there hope?