The Breeze Heading Home

As I walk on the sands of the shore of the Arabian Sea, and try to talk to it, I can feel the stillness all around me. Not a single leaf of the coconut trees lining the seashore is moving. One can hear the birds and the crows in the trees complaining. I can hear the restlessness in the stillness around me. We are all waiting and then we can all together sense it. The sound of the birds gently changes into a sweet music. I close my eyes to welcome it. And then I can feel it blowing gently past me. I can feel the breeze heading home.