the girl loves water, big water too , her name for the pool, canals etc, but not the sea. it freaks her out from up close. i guess the waves look like they are sheets of water coming from the skies above. i dont know what it is. content to dig sand on the beach, she refused the sea. that was in goa, beautiful, clear water goa.
and on a sunday, with juhu beach looking like churchgate station at 6:00 pm, fear took a back seat. our quiet beery sea view evening was disrupted by the maniac shouting "bahar". the papa scooped her up and went for a walk in the crowds. i sat nursing beer and conversations.
they return. the maniac and the papa maniac. wet. so it seems the father, ever eager to help his child overcome fear of the sea, allowed her to paddle in the water.
this is juhu beach. not goa. all of bombay's untreated sewer is emptied maybe a couple of yards away! i say- let her have her damn fear. the father thinks not. good malayali boy insane about hygiene etc, bathes at a drop of sweat, walked right into that water. the maniac loved it. no fear of the sea. the milling crowds and the fact that the water is so dirty, i doubt you could drown, must have swept away the fear.
i would have loved to clean her with bloody toilet cleaners if i could.
maybe she loved juhu more than any other pretty beach because this is where i would count bluebottles when i was a kid. its true. i am not ancient, but there was a time when the beach was littered with pretty bluebottles which would sting like mad if they got to you.