Article By: Varsha Poddar
Andamans. I’ve visualised it, and in the seconds that my mind was painting its picture on my blind eyes, I was smiling…laughing with glee! In my mind it holds a lot of beauty. The kind of beauty that my eyes welcome no matter what my spinning-wheel of emotions has stopped at.
Silence? There’s plentiful. Enclosed between each and every grain of sand on its white beaches.
Joy? Ceaseless. Like the blue waves that wash its shores.
Romance? Is ever present- in the way the stars shine there, dotting a perfectly navy blue sky; in the way the morning breeze rustles through palm leaves, scattering the sun’s warmth or in the solitude reflected by my own feet lavishing in the sand and leaving their imprints of love for travel behind…
Even noise, unity in chaos? Present. In the form of all people lucky enough to live there. And these people I imagine have a tolerance for other people’s weirdness. After all the beauty surrounding them, I believe it isn’t possible for them to see things as anything but beautiful.
It holds all the mystery of an undiscovered, pristine island for me. I imagine it is one of those few places where my laughter could ring true, it feels capable of being my escape without actually being an escape. It seems like one of those places which could turn me from a mountain person to a beach person. I just want to go there. It is a place which has the power to beckon. If it were a person it would be intriguing. Because it would be beautiful yet modest, bold but graceful and powerful yet calm. It would be a person who would have definitely been my friend. 
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