Sitting on the beach sand, staring at the waving sea, lost in the admiration of it's overwhelming currents pushing the waters to and fro at the beach sand. 12 years old rhya sighs in adoration. No doubt shes in love with the nature and culture of the waters even though there lived an aqua phobia in her that restrained rhya from having a close contact with aquatics.
She couldn't surf, she couldn't even swim but she admired all of these acts from a good distance, but how times flies?
Rhya always sat at this spot and repeats this routine every weekend days of the week over and over, this was her comfort zone to always rewind and think life through.

"Rhya, you are going to be late for school tomorrow, get some rest now" rhya's mother reminding her daughter to take a brake off the beach and plan her life ahead.
But then, rhya looked at her time and it was almost bed time but she wasn't feeling sleepy after all, she had to do it for the sake of tomorrow. She laid her head on the pillows staring at shinny rays of the room lights, "oh, I need to put off the light" she thought to herself but but couldn't beat her procrastination to detach from the bed.
And before she could do that, it was already time for school, of course she slept off while procrastinating.

The sun rose and set time and again with rhya still living the same life over and over again. She went back to the beach and sat at her usual spot, admiring the sea, letting go of her worries and freeing her minds as the cool breeze from the waves of the ocean blows at her, such a satisfying feeling of freedom and peace of mind.
But as usual, it was getting late again and she heard the voice "It's getting late again rhya" but this time it wasn't her from her mother who would usually scold her but rather, it was rhya's own daughter mendy, asking her mum to come in for dinner and get some rest.
"I'll be with you in a couple of minutes" rhya replied gently and calmly as she was already aging.
Despite repeating one routine every single day sitting at the beach, rhya was quite satisfied by it but unfortunately she didn't have a vivid memory of those moments and time flew like flies that she couldn't even keep a significant record of these events.

The sun rose and set time without numbers.
One morning, mendy stood at the beach few days after rhya had passed on and at the exact favorite spot where her late mother rhya always visited every day while she was still alive, yes, rhya died at her late ninety's and mendy was grateful for the life her mother lived. It wasn't a bed of roses but it was peaceful and satisfying.
At this spot, mendy sat on the beach sand and held the hands of her two kinds Jim and ken while telling them the story of their late grandmother and how she repeated one same act all the days she lived on earth until she finally passed away...

Indeed, time flies, runs and vanishes before our eyes. Think of an event that took place 10 to 20 years ago from today, and it feels like it was just yesterday.
Despite so many things happening in-between but for some reasons we don't seem to remember any unless the important ones.
So how do we set a remarkable and memorable history for ourselves? Make every moment of your life memorable by making a unique autograph on every single phase of your life, take pictures, write books, jot down points, have a bucket list and set goals for yourself. By so doing, you will be able to keep track of time and vividly recall events that took place many years ago and still weigh the difference between time!.

First time making a fictional write and publishing to the inkwell community, I hope I got this the right way! Image is mine, Cheers 🥂🙂

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𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔽𝕠𝕣 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕝𝕖 𝕚 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕚𝕥.

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