Looking out for Raabert
It
was out here that the strangest thing happened again- the beach was uninhabited
by any humans or dogs save the five of us.Needless to mention but the odd hours
we spent there were the happiest - it was as if we were the masters of our
universe- the sea was in low tide, the water calm and Neuton proved his water
dog credentials. Set free of all shackles, the bugger spent his time swimming
chasing crabs and warning us whenever we treaded too deep into the water. Even
the spouse who normally hates water was loathe to get out.
With
great reluctance we got out and headed towards Murud- not because we wanted to,
but because we were hungry as hell and there was nothing commercial to be seen within
miles. So we headed back towards civilization and after getting out of the
dusty road and speaking to the locals we were told that Patils at Murud is the
best joint for sea food.On reaching murud we hit straight for Patils and
discovered that their fame was not ill gotten. Our bellies filled we hit back
again for the beach- this beach though not crowded was inhabited- we drove the
car right into the sea and let ourselves loose once again- bathed, swam till we
could do it no more. Tired and blissfully happy, we got out of the water shivering
as the breeze dried us out. Neuton looked like a grubby urchin - cant say we
looked very much better though! As we were hitting back for alibag we saw the
sea coming in and mercilessly sucking in a chevrolet parked near the water- the
rescue operation was a long drawn affair, but happily they were able to save
the car. On the way back we stopped at kashid beach rested on the hammock and
made plans for the next day.
We
were supposed to hit for Mumbai darshan that day but we chucked it up as we
wanted some more lazing in the sun and sand.So after a repeat breakfast of vada
pav, we hit for the Kashid beach.Now let me give you a brief run up on the
beach- its a long stretch of golden sands dotted with rocks - the sea is
incredibly calm and in low tide one can venture in as far as 2kms.However the
USP of this beach is the parallel pine grove dotted with shacks which have used
the pine trees to hang up hammocks. We had made arrangements yesterday with the
owner of a shack- a lady who was kind enough to whip us a typical maharashtrian
fish meal if we got in the raw fish.We picked up Surmai and pomphret on the way
-and handed it over to her who said that she would take around two hours to
whip us a fish curry fish fry and rice meal.
We
had the day to ourselves, so after fortifying ourselves with some snacks and
raw coconut(dab),we walked right into the sea till we came across some waves
which were worth riding. Swimming some, riding waves playing ball(you get
footballs on rent) in the sea, watching young couples making out like crazy in
the sea(this brought a smile on my face as certain memories of days gone by
flashed across),its difficult to actually pinpoint how the time flew.The spouse
went on his rock collection spree- we even caught a big crab with my rubber
slippers(we let it go though).Neuton went ballistic like before and he started
swimming with the waves and barking at us sporadically urging us to follow him.
All too soon we found ourselves hungry- and trooped like the wet brigade to the
shack to find a steaming meal of kokum based coconut gravy surmai and pomphret
fry with rice.between the four of us we wolved down over 2 kilos of fish and
around a kilo of rice.
The spouse and the daughter went off on a sandcastle making spree while
yours truly plonked myself on the hammock and tried to sleep some, somewhat
sceptical whether the hammock would hold the 75 kg plus weight. Fortunately it
did and there are no tales of injured dignity regaled over parties for the rest
of my lifetime.
The
sea looked serene and with the sunlight shimmering on the water my mind
captured the image because no camera could express the emotions that surged
through my heart on the view. However when there is water dripping all over and
the comfortable sea breeze cooling you further- sleep is difficult to come by
and one feels recharged and ready for more action. So after resting for over an
hour I trooped back into the sea where the family was riding the waves- so just
for this once all 5 of us went crazy- what I feel good is the fact that hubby
went berserk in water- a first in my over 2 decade years plus of marriage- he has
never been a water baby- hates getting wet on principle.
Finally it was time for us to dry up and get into the car- so out of the
sea again- this time with the sun throwing the evening rays it was actually
cold- the drying up process that is.However I said what the heck if I have to
die of pneumonia let me at least die happy - so I hung on the hammock sipping
tea till I dried up enough to be allowed into the car. Happy and tired we hit
back for home. Ready for more… |
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