RUSHIKONDA BEACH – Land of waves hugging hills
Many of you might think why I gave the title “RUSHIKONDA BEACH – Lands of waves hugging hills”. Actually this is the first phrase came in my mind in the next morning when I stepped outside to my room balcony at around 5am with sleepy eyes and viewed the whole scenery in naked eyes. It gives a perfect retreat for eyes. A place where you can forget all the hustle and bustle of the city and just enjoy nature. Our lungs also feel pleased to have fresh air prevailing all around.
The silent verdant mountain and the roaring waving sea made a mesmerize beauty.
I stood at the balcony for around 1 hour to inhale ample fresh air. After that I can’t resist myself from going to beach and enjoy the morning sea.
Next I took my camera and tripod and headed towards the beach. The morning beach was so calm and very few people came to beach. The fisher boats, tied up on the shore one after another made a beautiful scene.
Many fishermen started their everyday work. They sat on the beach and started weaving the net to catch the fish from the sea.
I witnessed for the first time how a fisher man spread out the nets with a skillful way on the sea and catches the fishes. I observed the whole sequence by standing on the rocks in a few meter distances.
The beautiful colored rocks were adorned in their own way covering a good distance along the sea and the waves were getting collapsed every time with the rocks.
I tried to move forward as much as I can by the rocks and I managed quite well to reach the end of the rocks. When I faced upwards what I realized was that the horizon stretches across my entire field of view in the most magnificent fashion.
All I can see was a massive expanse of sea all around and the waves were coming towards me. At the far end the miniature sail boats proudly sailing along with its small sails catching the little sea breeze. I could feel the same gentle breeze continuously kissing me and made my body lighter. But within no time a big wave came above me and makes me all wet. So I took some photographs and returned back to shore.
I took off my slipper and carried it by hand. I started walking along the shore. The waves gently lull on the sandy shore, slowly breaking then receding, always gracefully touching my bare toes. Then I got back to my hotel.
That morning will always be one of the best morning of my life.