A LITTLE IMAGINATION - #WRITEAPAGEADAY #BLOGCHATTER

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The little girl was walking on the seashore along with her mother when she saw a beautiful shell. It was light pink in colour and glistened in the water. As the sun rays fell on it, seemed to beckon her. She rushed over and picked it up in excitement.

“Look, Mama, how beautiful this shell is!”

Her Mama smiled and took the shell from her. She blew off the sand that was stuck on it, and wiped it vigorously with the end of her sari. It glistened even more.

“Have you ever heard the sound of the sea?” she asked her rapt daughter.

“No, Mama, only the waves as they hit the rocks,” was her prompt reply.

Her mother smiled and held out the shell to her.

“Place it against your ear and listen with your heart,” she said softly.

The little girl took it from her and placed it against her ear. Her eyes widened as she heard the whooshing sound coming from within the shell. It sounded exactly like the murmur of the sea. She laughed in delight as her Mama smiled along.

“Mama, how does this happen?” she asked as she continued to listen to the sound.

“My child, seashells ‘catch’ sound, especially if they are curved or hollow. When these sounds enter the shell, they bounce around and their sound becomes amplified.”

“Amplified?” The little girl looked at her curiously.

“That means the sounds get louder in the confined space within the shell and that makes them sound like the rumbling of the sea.”

The little girl loved her mother’s explanation. She sniffed at the shell and found that it smelt like the sea. Her eyes sparkled like the waves that shone as the sun rays fell on them.

“Mama, I am going to take this shell home and keep it in a special box. Every time I want to be at the seaside, I will put it against my ear and close my eyes. When I smell it, I will think of the sea.”

Her mother smiled again as she ruffled the girl’s hair. She gazed at the vast expanse of sea that stretched before them, her eyes reflective. As the sea birds swooped above them, and the sun showed signs of setting, she caught her daughter’s hand. It was time to leave the sea behind and go home.

The little girl looked up at her mother and smiled, clutching the shell in her hand. She was ready to go now that she had a piece of the sea with her.

As they walked along the sand which tickled their toes, since they were holding their slippers in their hands, her mother sighed and remarked,

“Isn’t it wonderful how a little imagination goes a long way?”

 I am participating in the #WriteAPageADay Challenge by #Blogchatter in the month of February.

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  1. Tomichan Matheikal2/13/2024 02:47:00 PM

    You reminded me of my childhood when i listened to a conch-shell on a beach.

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