He had come to the southernmost tip
fleeing from a host of fears, anxieties
daunting challenges of day -to -day life
Many others had come too- to experience
the multi coloured soil, the natural beauty
the Vivekananda rock memorial
the sight and sound of the ocean
It was almost a week now...
He felt calmed, yet not confident enough
to return to the whirlpool of life's taxing demands
It was then that he heard
a mock fight between a young couple
debating whether the rising sun or the setting sun
was more arresting, more captivating...
The rising sun, one argued
was not just feast for the eyes alone...
the hues of gold are a symbol of renewal and hope
it's a promise of a fresh beginning
a call to leave behind the shadows of yesterday
Embrace the exciting opportunities of a new day
a metaphor for rebirth, it reminds you
"No matter how dark the night, the sun will rise again"
Protagonist got up and walked
leaving the young couple behind
for him, the clarity had come
He was now ready to go back
to face the world with new confidence, new vigour
The debate and the sight of the magnificent sunrise
had done the trick....
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