He was thinking about how it all over turned out and couldn't find out any specific reason. The bus took them to a vast distance of plain land and arable land and old monuments and historic spots, places of cultural interest and old wars and places and shrines that have been forgotten by time but once occupied special significance in the lives of people.
He is not new to this route, because he had his higher education from the very town from where the bus started. In the university elections, he was an independent candidate and he and his friends printed their pamphlets from a printing press that was only a few yards from the bus🚌 stop. Now, on the way, he looked for that press but is not seen. A hotel and a dispensary have come up🚶⬆ at that point.
In the first year of his studies, he took a solo trip to this destination that is a hundred💯 kilometres away from the city.
He had come here several times in the past eras, first when he was a student of the first year of the university and he took a solo trip to this destination. This is, in fact, two or three hours of journey from the town and the roads are full of traffic and the time of reaching varies according to the driver and automobile. And this place was of particular interest to the travellers because it is the ultimate point of a subcontinent where three oceans met.
, the Arabian Sea, the Indian Ocean and the Bay of Bengal. And travellers from all over the globe visited this spot because there you witness the sunset🌅 and sunrise.
Though he had visited the place several times, he had not seen the sunset here and now with his wife, he has decided to do that.
He had many reasons to ponder over the past. This happened to be the first journey with his wife to this area. But he had travelled to this area numerous times in the past, at least ten times in his youth middle-aged. This was one of the pet spots in the universe, easily accessible from his home. His home was far, and after his parent's death he had sold out his properties and has been living a nomad’s life, sometimes to the chagrin of his wife, who told him the necessity of building a permanent house for both and staying comfortably without the interference of the landlords who would at times monitor the use of water and advise him and his wife as to the need of keeping the house and surroundings clean.
Though this didn't bother him much, his wife sometimes felt offended and told him to build a house and live happily as his parents did. But this didn't happen as he had other tasks and interests to attend to. He thought again life as one more journey to complete and building a house could not be one of the primary aims, and get some satisfaction from such a thought.
As for the present journey, he was trying to relive some of the earlier experiences of the trip in this old and favourite route.
Once he went alone in the first year of his study at the university. He was alone and did not have much money, but just for the stay in a moderate hotel and food.
He remembered speaking to the hotel manager and the sleep in the room and the beautiful view of the sea. Three seas from various angles. He could not still remember which sea he saw them. Life at that time was full and in the hotel room, he saw a popular religious text, and the management kept it for the use of visitors. He went through it for some time.
The next day he departed. Another journey was when he was interviewing a writer of film themes who got an award for his book in that year, after his study in the university.
During the interview, something happened to him and he was unable to continue it. His classmate who was working in the university was also present with him, and he told that he found the whole thing quite absurd, as his focus was going into some other areas, perhaps not in the present world of achievements. And he did not publish the interview and went alone to this place, and he got a great solace walking on the sand as nobody at a time when ☀has set and night was about to fall and he could not fathom the features of the people coming in front and sideways and neither could they find out who he was and all of the figures just plain men and women without labels and proud identities but just human beings but very holy and precious in a vaster frame of existence, the meaning of it, the creator has temporarily withdrawn from the common sight. At times, he even thought whether he should go back home or take his life to an entirely different direction, and wander for months or years on this seashore, doing some simple jobs like selling kites to children and never go back to his earlier life and wandering and pondering on the meaning of the life has at hand. But that did not happen. By the next morning, he thought of his parents and especially his mother, and the thought that she would die on an attack or die miserably having got a son who had not fulfilled his duties as a son. The next day, he started to the hotel where he was staying before the interview and took bus from that place and reached home by night, because his house was far from that place and met his parents, and when his mother talked to him, he remembered his last night's thoughts of never going back home.
Still, he left home and wandered, now with the permission of his parents and meeting his parents and staying with them for months at a stretch and then leaving to his pet places of interests and contemplation, where he thought life has to 🤗🤗🤗move to him and he to receive more its fruits and blessings.
And during those years, too, he came to this place where three seas joined, one such nare spot in geography. He would wander alone on these sands with a simple bag and a couple of clothes and a simple footwear and also an amount for his day to day living.
He even made a particular part in that sand universe where people rarely went and sat there for a couple of hours. A few times, he swam in the ocean, a few yards from the shore and once it happened that his body was swept by the waves into areas between rocks, and he was lucky enough to escape without many debacles.