The edge of India
The feeling of fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair. The sea lapped gently against the shore as I stood there thinking of the time when the idea of visiting this place first came in my mind. It was a day just like any other, I was in the lecture with no idea what the teacher was talking about. After a while sir asked us to make a list, a list of thing's we want when we grow up. When we were done writing he asked us to read. My friends started reading. Some had very high expectations while some were very inappropriate like two French girlfriends. when my turn came I stood up and started reading. The place grew quieter, when I was done reading everybody starred at me with a confused look. Sir asked why did I write this to which i replied "These are the names of places, the places I want to visit when I grow up". And there I was 6 years later standing at the very place which was first on my list - 'Kanyaku