I got dumped by Mirissa!
It all started on one fine day whilst standing waist deep in the picture perfect waters of Mirissa Bay in southern Sri Lanka. I was declaring my love for Niki, looking romantically into her eyes as she stood on the beach. In hindsight I should have realised how hurt Mirissa would be with me for showing my affection to another women. Yet as I stood with the waves lapping past me, with Niki’s eyes gazing back intently into mine, her mouth dropped into an ‘o’ shape (like the moment in the movies when the actor realises the seriousness of the situation) and shouted something back to me. Which I could only imagine at the time was “I love you too baby and I’m so glad I married you, you’re my Mr Perfect”.
So as I turned to face the water behind me to swim happily away, content with the love of my wife and the big headedness that I could actually think she would ever say that to me, I came face to face with a wave twice the size of me. The last words I remember coming out of my mouth was something along the lines of “Oh Shit” and thinking Niki shouldn’t be saying “I love you” when she should of been warning me of my impending doom….then my mouth dropped into a ‘o’ shape with the realisation of what she was really saying – it was about this time I was hit by the wall of water.
Apparently from the beach, it had looked liked I had decided to try a synchronized jump above the wave before realizing that it was never going to work and tried to rescue my attempt for freedom by making a last minute choice to dive into the wave’s base. I was later told I looked like man with little hope and was the funniest thing Niki had seen all day. Mirissa had slapped me! I somersaulted three hundred and sixty degrees through the water as her intense wave destroyed me; my arms bent in all directions and washed me ashore like a beached mermaid with the grace of a turtle floundering on its back. This was how I was dumped by Mirissa!
I wanted to say that Mirissa and I parted our ways amicably, that our love had lasted long, however it would be a lie. Mirissa had made it clear – it was me, not her and kicked my arse out of her fine blue waters with my tail firmly stuck between my legs! Needless to say I spent the rest of the day under a palm tree nursing my ego, my sore body and asking the question “where did our relationship go wrong?”
Throughout the day, Mirissa would often take new lovers keen to embrace her waves and her sandy beach bosom – yet time and time again she would reject them with an intensity of a scorned woman. With particular mention to a young man who tried to force his love upon her, before belly flopping onto the break of a wave and being washed back into shore. Sometimes people scuttled in to only scuttle out a few minutes later, afraid of the ultimate smack down of pain that they were about to receive. However these people never having received the love of her rolling waves, the intense blue of her shine and warmth of her water, left feeling dejected.
I love Mirissa Bay and like an estranged lover, I will be back tomorrow to sip on a coconut under the shade of the infringing palm trees and admire her beauty…at least from a distance. Mirissa has no time for wandering eyes or to share your affection, for with Marissa Bay, it is better to have loved and lost, then to have never have loved at all.Just a Small Note: There are some nasty rips along this beach as well many other parts of Sri Lanka. Make sure to swim in areas suited to your ability, as many travellers lose their life often in the waters of Sri Lanka. This post is part of the India and Sri Lanka: The Search for the Forgotten Tree blog series. If you liked the post, don’t forget to Stumble It or Tweet it below.
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