July 15—constant sound of the waves was a wallpaper for the mind—12 hours—longest ever near the ocean.
My friend picked me up on her Navi and with her usual question, ‘How do you feel’, we chatted away to the beach.
We found a white swing which survived the Goa cyclone in May 2021—with warm tea cups we just enjoyed the flow of our thoughts with the ocean flow.
Soon I was alone with a bunch of things I wanted to work on. But first let’s stare far away. I let all thoughts crash into the waves and simply stood in the drizzle.
I then started to write about Raga, my movement language, which is about exploring life with freedom and rhythm through movement, and the ocean sound became part of my writing.
After a nice ocean day—the chef of the cafe dropped me home on his bike. I could still hear the ocean even in the pouring rain. Drenched to the skin, I entered home and I knew the lullaby I’ll sleep to.
Ragini Bhajanka 