The Scarred Beauty

Every evening, I used to take a stroll on the beach. Getting to watch the sun setting behind the vast ocean, was always a treat to the eyes. But the thing that scarred the scenic beauty of the beach, was the garbage thrown here and there, all throughtout the beach. The pile of garbage used to grow every other day inspite of government's tiresome efforts to clean it up and perssistant requests made to the public, to keep the beach clean and dispose the garbage properly in the waste bins.

But the scenario remained just the same. All kinds of wastes were piled upon the beaches and foul smell was emanating out of them that mixed up with the fresh breeze of the evening and made it repugnant. As I walked ahead on the beach, I saw a couple throwing a tin can on the beach after enjoying the soft drink. A jogger drained the water down his throat and threw the plastic bottle on the beach. A mother fed groundnuts to her son and threw the empty packet on the beach. I felt an urge to tell them to rectify their careless acts, but I was well aware that my pleas are going to fall on deaf ears and so I stepped back.

A few minutes later, some school students arrived on the beach carrying brooms and dust pans. They picked up the waste lying scattered on the beach and put it in the garbage bins. On seeing those little kids acting so responsibly, a voice within me told that I also should join them. I volunteered to assist them and they reverted with a pleasing smile of gratitude. Soon other people also joined in. The onlookers took the hint and put the empty cans, bottles, etc. that they had brought along, properly in the garbage bins. Soon, the beach turned into a neat and clean place. The scar that had once marred the marvelous beauty of the nature was rectified and its charm was enhanced. That day, I turned back home with a satisfaction that I had fulfilled my duty as a responsible citizen.