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A Day in Paradise

"Isn't that the brilliant of beats", I heard the Goddess in turquoise whisper in my head, as we strode along the glittering path of diamonds, stretched through the valley of golden daffodils, where the fairies, Amber and Opal, danced and sang in merriment to the delight of the morning breeze. 

Sounds poetic, right? Like a fairyland from Alice in wonderland... I wouldn't blame you if you trade it as unusual stuff. But, believe me, that place is as real as you and me! Only I've exaggerated it a LITTLE πŸ˜‰. That goddess I described earlier in turquoise is a beautiful sea and the fairies are... well, you'll have to continue reading to know what they are. 

First, here's a kutty poem I wrote about that place.
I was there at that place, only yesterday,
And mystified by the Goddess's display.
With her glissandos and glorified upbeat,
She made hearts leap and legs dance to her beat.
Look what she has done to me..
Turned me into a Frost,
Only it's not, the
Snowy Evening I'm talking about. 
Okay, don't give me that ugg look of yours. That may not be the best of poems u read, I know. Let me proceed to talk about this place I visited recently that captured my heart. (Warning! Complex words and dramatic lines!! I'm quite unsure what made me go out of my way and write it this way.)

Pongal at Paradise

It's on Pongal day and my family thought to celebrate it in style. A quick plan and a few hours of ride from Chennai, took us to Paradise by 10 in the morning.  The stretch of sand, kissed by the morning sun, glowed like a welcoming field of golden daffodils, as we stepped out from the ferry onto the Island of Paradise in Pondicherry. 

Pondicherry, known famously as the land of divine drinks, is itself a paradise for many. Imagine a paradise within a paradise...that is what I'm talking about. No, no, not the drinks, on Paradise Island, you only get tender coconuts.

Situated in Chunnambar, closer to the Pondicherry town, a 20 minutes ferry ride across the backwaters, will take you to Paradise Island... See it all for yourself and thank me later.

Here's a cute little mannequin clip we made as we entered.

The Turquoise Goddess

I am usually the person who settled on the shore, building castles, dreaming as if waiting for my prince charming. But it's a wonderment that I happened to do the opposite here.

The island was laden with soft and grainy silts that readily reflected the Sun's rays, and illumined a diamond path towards the elusive vastness of glowing turquoise. I called her the Goddess, while most others called her the sea. Her rhythmic waves should have carried some magic. Coz, as she delivered her tidal music cheerfully, I invited myself to dance and drench in her symphony. 

Previously, when friends and family made merry in the sea waters, I usually ignore it quoting them my famous dialogue, "Aasai konda kadalin alai avanai vizhungiyadhu", meaning, "The wishful waves of the sea swallowed him". It's a line I'd memorized from a TV commercial as a young kid and always envisioned the sea as a monster. Never in my life before had I got soaked in sea waves, let alone dance in it. There's a first for everything right, and it had taken me these many years to do that! Like I said, there's magic on that land.

The Fairies of Amber and Opal

Perched by the main entrance of the shore were several beach shacks, all shining amber in the sun. They were supported by opal shaded woods and bamboo poles. As we gathered around the shacks for shade we heard them swish, every time a breeze whizzed by, chorusing an exuberant hurrah matching the sound of the waves.  One can relax and stretch on the wooden lounges while gazing long into the sea. As, I told you, this place is a beauty in reality. 

And Voila! You also have places for refreshments, music, and the rain dance, trampoline, beach bikes, and many more.

And, the fun part

A lady in red was watching us dancing in the waters with unwavering interest for some time. I and my sister, who were live performers thought she's yet another admirer like the 100+ pairs of eyes entertained by our visual treat. But after a few minutes of ogling, she approached us volunteering to join our recreation. Why wouldn't we? Dancing is fun and to know we inspired someone to do so..isn't that a winning moment? We gleefully agreed and later learned she's a Zumba dance instructor. Things got interesting then. She taught us a couple of her dance moves and we swayed together to the sound of the waves.

The end line: I realise on reading through that I have made a marketing content for the Paradise Island, free of cost. My words may be juicy, with analogies and exaggerations, but believe me people, it is all a reflection of the joy I felt out there.


  1. Sounds wonderful Sis. Next time when I visit to Pondy, I'm taking a ferry to the Paradise Island. Tempting read����

    1. 🀩 Thanks to whoever that isπŸ€—

  2. The blog post is great hats off to you... As your hubby who came along with you the naration here is great too... But I doubt how many non regular readers would like (understand your expressive naration) this.

    1. Hahaa that rings true dear Hubby sweet. Vocabularies & analogies does that sometimes.

      Like the text that is harder to understand, the Joy I had there could be difficult to relate, to a normal visitor . For them it may simply be a regular beach, tanning them 8 times in a row.

      1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi...

    2. 'Could I get a glimpse of it?', I wondered as I went through those melting words.

      Just then I realised I was there the whole time inhaling my own perspective of the Paradise in my head as I was wave dancing with you.

      It's a treat that I was a part of the reality that you've created here out of words that's indeed imaginably true!!

    3. Oh dear Ms. Violet Soul, I know you loved it too..I've just used Imagery to express all my happiness I had there.

      Thank you so muchπŸ’–


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