The destination, not too far

The Bay of Bengal at Digha

Decided to stay at the New Digha, having comparatively placid sea shore and perfect for bathing. The splashing sound of the waves roused the impetus to unite ardently with the waves. Abundant pictures of enthusiasm could be noticed in entirety of the beach occupied to bask and to celebrate the high-spirited time. I read somewhere that sea water increases the oxygen level in our blood stream and rejuvenate our body by allowing the sea minerals through the pores of skin and extricate from different physical and mental disorders. Did the enhanced level of oxygen in the body catalysed enthusiasm of the bathing crowd? The bathing and enjoyment were on full swing, in the chirpy sea beach. I wade forward to the waving water to energise my body and to quench the insatiable thirst of sea bathing. Away from the water,kept experiencing the beauty of the sea throughout the day in its different mood till it was slowly an approaching darkness, the gleams of the sun were absorbed in the darkness and we waited for the darkness to be spread all over. The jaunty crowd, started to disappear and slowly the entertainment around the New Digha beach ended for the day.

drifting towards the unknown at Digha

With the darkness, another attraction of Digha was getting ready to incite the passion of the sea lovers. The Bay of Bengal could be discovered at Old Digha with a drastically different mood. The mesmeric beauty of watching sea, from the old Digha had a hypnotic effect at night that phenomenally seized my sole attention and made me standstill. The waves were endlessly appearing from the darkness to burst wildly at the shore and splatter water with smashing sound. It was a kind of natural “light and sound” programme for endless hours. Entire gathering were enjoying the scene like enjoying an endless action packed movie in an open air auditorium or might be we were listening the dialogues of destructive threats of the nature. If the beauty of New Digha was a picture of reposed nature then the beauty of Old Digha was an expression of temerity.

Before leaving the beach, I kept staring at the sea to conceal the imposing beauty of the roaring waves in my heart, the best possession as a souvenir of Digha. The souvenirs of Digha were also available in varied shapes and sizes and could be collected from the shops and stalls. Starting from tiny to big articles made of sea shells, wide varieties of conch and local handicrafts.