Sandcastle

The blue sky which was reflecting the huge water body underneath caught fire
when incident with the rays of the morning sun. The air was heavy with the smell
of the dead from the sea. The sea of water was facing a sea of sand made out of
billions of the tiny sand particles, each having the same template of composition.
I saw a group of children carrying plastic moulds in their hands. Those moulds
were designed to give a specific shape to the sand, unlike the ones from regular
geometry. The sand has a special ability, a short term memory in the form of a
trace of the things that changed its shape. But, time is a limit to this ability.
Despite of their similarities, the sand grains tend to envy each other. No one cares
of the reason but poor sand grains fail to stick together or on top of each other.

By the noon the tides were rising higher and started hitting the shore in regular
time intervals. As I moved near to water, the sand stated getting cooler. The sand
that was always in contact with the water from the waves was compressed. The
water bridged the gap between sand particles. The damp sand was more rigid
than the dry one.