Lost

Last February we lost our way on the road that had to take us to Gokarna Beach... 

We meandered through an unknown route with rustling leaves, dry and dead under our feet...

We scrambled across the mucky path as a few twigs pricked our skin...

I could smell the sea, it smelled like rotten fish and I knew we were almost there...

The dead smell was inviting as we got closer...

Closer to the waves lazily gushing towards the shore, with a few shells, plastic and weed...

Maybe even bringing back what was once alive but now dead...

Discarded by people, like memories you wish to forget but those that just refuse to leave.

- Gokarna 20'