The Presence of a Pattern

cromer under sea

(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

Water had this unreserved quality about it. It always hid more than what it revealed. Call it haughtiness or humility, condescension or caution, arrogance or angst, but the fact remained that what you saw was definitely what you got. The still, serene and serendipitous mass of enticing blue contained within it wicked whirlpools, vehement waves, and vicious sharks. It was as if one of Mother Nature’s favourite children was imparting an indispensable lesson in deception to humanity.

Standing atop the stone steps with his arms crossed together, Venky stood in a contemplative fashion unblinkingly staring at the ocean. Some people too could be like water. Gentle at times, grumpy the very next minute, inherently compassionate yet innately caustic. “Is it flow that weaves a pattern or is it the pattern that induces a flow?”

Ash’s parting words resonated in Venky’s ears, “Hope while being indelible can be false too.”

(Word Count: 149)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #9 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.