Last week, I witnessed a charismatic moment when I saw life begetting a new life. Those quiet moments characterizing the eternal truth of the continuity of life were surrealistic. Actually, as a part of my field trip, I visited a section of sea coast known as Juno beach, where during this part of the year, Turtles come to lay eggs, their promise of the next generation. Whole summer the eggs lay buried in the sand, cemented strongly with just one belief - that new life would find its own way.On the night when I went there, winds were blowing towards land. The waves soaring on high tide were breaking aloud on the shore, disintegrating into salt spray and making a discordant symphony. The scene was perfectly cast for something exceptional, something different from a trivial day-today happening.
And suddenly, there was this mighty Leather back turtle, caught in midst of the egg laying trance. She was huge, beyond all my imagination, and looking at her, I cannot help but to marvel at the majestic creation of nature. Someone later informed that she was laying her third clutch of eggs this season! She took almost an hour to complete this act and then another 45 minutes or so to pack the nest securely with beach sand. It was amazing how elegantly she managed to fill the nest compactly and yet so softly given her immense size. Then slowly with the repeated 
action of her flippers she camouflaged the location of nest so beautifully that it was difficult to recognize where her eggs lie. Once the job was done, she responded to the calling of waves by making a straight advance towards Ocean. Before plunging herself in water she paused for a moment, may be to gasp some air, or may be to reflect upon what she had been through, realising the fact that she will be embarking onto an unknown journey leaving a part of her's buried in the sand. Those were very long few seconds... She was about to leave the shore any moment now, and I knew that this would be the first and last time I was seeing her...
And then just like a dart she was in water, surf and waves embraced her with deep love and she was lost from sight in a moment. I do not know what emotions sprang up in my mind, but I felt a trickle or two of warm water on my cheek, the exuberance of those moments was simply too difficult to contain within myself.
action of her flippers she camouflaged the location of nest so beautifully that it was difficult to recognize where her eggs lie. Once the job was done, she responded to the calling of waves by making a straight advance towards Ocean. Before plunging herself in water she paused for a moment, may be to gasp some air, or may be to reflect upon what she had been through, realising the fact that she will be embarking onto an unknown journey leaving a part of her's buried in the sand. Those were very long few seconds... She was about to leave the shore any moment now, and I knew that this would be the first and last time I was seeing her...
Yeah... Life is painfully beautiful...
