How blue was my sea


The primordial sea was very much a part of our life, but it was only recently I learned that the stretch of sea beyond the reef directly in front of our cinnamon stick fence was named Benny’s point  by surfers.

Surfer at Benny's Point. Siriniwasa, Hikkaduwa. 16 Jan. 2014. Photograph© Chulie de Silva

Surfer at Benny’s Point. Siriniwasa, Hikkaduwa. 16 Jan. 2014. Photograph© Chulie de Silva

On 16 January of this year, I had sat with my mother in the front verandah and watched her as she dozed.

Amma dozes in her wheelchair. 16 Jan. 2016. Photograph© Chulie de Silva

Amma dozes in her wheelchair. 16 Jan. 2016. Photograph© Chulie de Silva

As we we brought her back to the room, and Nilu the carer, was settling her on her pillows, I walked to the back verandah to photograph her through the window.

Nilu the Carer, gently rearranges Amma's pillows. Siriniwasa, Hikkaduwa, 16 Jan. 2014Photograph© Chulie de Silva

Nilu the Carer, gently rearranges Amma’s pillows. Siriniwasa, Hikkaduwa, 16 Jan. 2014Photograph© Chulie de Silva

As I wandered to the beach I wish she could have seen the blue sea through the coconut trees. The sea was a deep blue and for the first time I could see Surfers at Bennie’s Point.

The white foam contrasted sharply with the blue of the sea as the waves broke on the reef. Photograph© Chulie de Silva

The white foam contrasted sharply with the blue of the sea as the waves broke on the reef. Photograph© Chulie de Silva

The sea changed colour as the sunlight dimmed but watching the surfer, a sight I had not seen in recent days, I wondered what the message was.

Riding the waves at Bennie's Point. Photograph© Chulie de Silva

Riding the waves at Bennie’s Point. Photograph© Chulie de Silva

The sea always had a message, but I couldn’t decipher it.

The waves dipped and the foam spread out as the energy got dissipated. Hikkaduwa. 16 Jan 2014. Photograph© Chulie de Silva

The waves dipped and the foam spread out as the energy got dissipated. Hikkaduwa. 16 Jan 2014. Photograph© Chulie de Silva

Next day my mother breathed her last.

The window to Amma's room stays closed. 24 Jan 2014. Photograph© Chulie de Silva

The window to Amma’s room stays closed. 24 Jan 2014. Photograph© Chulie de Silva

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