Wave after wave rising, swelling, crashing. Question after question flowed out, flowed in, went on..and along with the questions, a few answers surfaced, rose like the waves.
Within many questions lay answers, or hints to them. And within many answers, especially the ones which I now feel were short-sighted, lay hidden many more questions.
The cliff stood firm, though, watching this play, back and forth, wave after wave, question after answer, answer after question.
This time, this year, this place.
This is the longest we’ve stayed at a beach, and with barely any ‘distractions’ , there has been a lot of time and mindspace to observe the churning of the sea, this dark grey matter which stretches so far and deep.
All I do know is the feeling of being welcome in a place, the warmth, the vibes, the familiarity and new lessons.
Bangalore has been a place which has shaped me, and almost exactly a year later, (and what a year it has been, the first year as an educator / learning facilitator (not sure if the word ‘teacher’ exists!), as we return there for a brief time, I can’t help but remember the lessons learnt, and all that had been unlearnt there, of what to do and, what not.