I do not understand what is this guy’s problem. For quite a while now, he has been continuously staring at me from a distance. He gets down on his knees, then lies flat on the sand, sometimes he comes in front of me, sometimes on the side, and sometimes he goes out of sight, I think he goes behind me at that time. I have no clue why is he giving me so much attention. I am so ordinary looking, thin, with no attractive features. Also, I am very curious about that object in his hand that he is pointing at me. I cannot stop him from doing whatever he is doing. It is okay. As long as he lets me rest in peace. I like the early morning silence with just the music of the waves, and the cool breeze moving through the giant leaves. The sun is not fire, the sand is soft, only a handful of humans loitering around. I like the quiet.

There are others like him who, when they come across me, point similar looking objects at me and giggle a lot. They cuddle me, rub my nose, my head, hold me with one arm, and hold that object in other hand and point it towards us. Looking at the object, I see a fellow who I think looks a bit like me. He has a blank, expressionless face. But there is something in his eyes which I can relate to. I know that feeling. The others around him are smiling a lot, grinning widely as they kiss him. Some of them look so ugly while grinning. I don’t understand what are they so happy about. I don’t know how to smile. But I like the feeling when they hug me, kiss me. It feels warm. I feel wanted.

At night, I sit with some of them by the beach. The delicious smell brings me to their tables. The forever hungry me looks at them with innocent eyes. The look works every time. They give me leftover bones with tiny bits of chicken or fish sticking to them. I gobble them up within seconds. But it is too little. After a day of wandering around for miles, jumping around in the water, the heat, the rain, I am starving. But I only get little scraps, mostly bones. Bones are delicious but some meat with them would be nicer. Some gravy would also be nice. What would be great though is a proper meal. Haven’t had one in a long time. So much joy and laughter, music, the salty breeze dimming the flickering lights, but there is no space for me to have a proper meal.

After they are done, they pat me on the head, the nose, give me a hug which again feels very comforting. And then they leave. No one takes me home. The home that I used to have once. After all the cuddles, hugs, and kisses, posing in front of their objects, and food scraps, I remain where I am while the others walk away, ride away, laughing, giggling. Not realizing that I was hoping to leave this place and go with them.

In the evenings, I like to laze on the rocks and watch the sun slowly disappearing behind the water. I see many humans too coming here at the same time. Seems it is a good time to spend with those you love. Or with yourself. Today, I see that weird guy from the morning. He is by himself, this time pointing that object towards where the sun is going down. God knows what is he doing all the time with it. The little fluffs speckled in the blue expanse have deep orange colors today; on other days they are red, yellow, sometimes violet as well. The water is crimson and gentle. I love to hear it. The humans coming here seem to change everyday. The rocks, the water, the palms, the disappearing sun though, feel the same.

I don’t think much at this time. Okay, maybe a little about what to eat, where to eat later. But mostly nothing. It would be nice to see this view with someone close. Someone cuddling me while they explain the magic behind the colors. Someone who, after the last tinge of red disappears and you can only hear the water, will take me home.