The act is repeated with an after taste of garlic and rumblings in the tummy. Decadence has a charming after effect, it makes one nauseous and giddy in the head; and in a manner of speaking, directionless.
So I have to say good bye and move on, on this auspicious day of Dussehra when good triumphs over evil. It arrives once a year as a reaffirmation of man's will to change. But in reality nothing changes. Evil permeates everything. Good lurks in the peripheral vision of those that seek the truth.
The beach bakes in the sun and the heat tickles the senses, arousing it to look beyond the horizon. And Time, that trickster, plays dumb charades, while Life careens in its eternal cycle of death and rebirth.
I shall leave you now as you revel in the throes of nubile nymphets and garrulous males.
But before I depart to another world, here are a few words gleaned from a polluted beach -
Evil and good are two sides of the same coin. One cannot exist without the other. The balance has to be kept otherwise one can choke to death while regurgitating iniquities, thoughtlessly.