Air Papan

The whole stretch of beach was deserted. The sands were without footprints and the waves, angry white sprays lashed on the sugary white beach. The horizon blurred by the blue waters and the blue cloudless sky. A vessel seemed floating between water and sky. Yonder, tiny green islands afloat like flecks of faraway green clouds. It could be Dali's masterpiece, but this is Air Papan a popular public beach off Mersing.

I stood by the beach and the waves beckoned. I submit to the call and dived into the rolling thunderous waves. Nothing seemed existed or maybe my existence was nothing.

That was a month ago.

Today I passed by the town. I remember Air Papan. I remember you and the coffee I drank in your office.