After so much of toil, we all felt hungry. The sackful of bread and pickles were simply puffed off. None of us could realize that we had something. On the way back we crossed the muddy fishing canal. As the sun went down, the tourists were ready to return to Digha. It was nice to see that chatter-box bengali tourists has yet to find Talsari as a hot spot for weekend. To them, it is lonely. To us, it is lively. We ordered for toasts and got into the plannings for the next day. We had to pack dry-foods, water-bottles and other necessities. Also we secured breakfast for the next day at the same shop. It rained hard that night with strong gusts of seaward wind.

9th. June, 2007

Everyone was ready with backpacks on back. We started before the sun coming up. We did not want to take chance about the weather, so early-start was a must-do. We cheked out on time and finished our breakfast at the place where we had the break last evening. Hot toasts and tea were just the right combination to start with. The trek began at the right time. The morning was calm, having a freshning shower the night before. Temperature was favourable, in fact comfortable for the march. The sun did not come up, so we were not worried. Patches of cloud made the sky look pale, but it made us happy and less tired to walk on. That’s why we were much spirited on that morning. Our first visitor was a snake. It was lying down on the beach,- near about one and a-half feet long, dark, probably caught in the fishing net. Taking a close shot, we left it resting and enjoying the morning breeze. The vast sandy beach had no other intruder but us. None of us felt worried about nothing; every pain, every tension, every negative parts were simply swept away by the foamy surf. We let them loose on the waves, walked with free-spirit, and cared for nothing else. It was like a journey to satisfaction, where we got everything we wanted, everything we did not. We had no demands unfulfilled, no desires unsatisfied. We never knew that a calm peaceful journey could lead us to heaven almost, where we were the gods. Still we did not rule , neither justified anything, nor even punished anybody.

After completing a walk of nearly one hour, we came to a fishers’ village, Udaypore. It is a developing beach-spot followed by Digha, Sankarpur and Talsari. So we found it less crowded. A couple of morning visitors with hired vans came to enjoy the morning beauty of the beach. Fishers were busy preparing for the next voyage. Young sails were getting ready for the dip. Some young fishers, those who did not have the permission, or the source to make big trips to the deep were found making catches with hand-nets. Digha and Sankarpur are also famous for breeding “Meena”-small egglets of prawn. This provides easy cash for the poor fishers.

Continuous march did not make us bored for we had so many interesting resources to explore. We were so engrossed in walking and exploring, that we could not notice we had reached New Digha.