Chandipur Beach

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This year's Diwali night I spent stranded in a village because two of my car's tyres had burst out. The most amazing part of this was when I was able to buy two new tyres two hours to midnight in that desolated land.

We were on our way back to Bhubaneswar from a beautiful beach called the Chandipur beach. The first tyre had burst in the morning, when I replaced it with the spare, and the second, unfortunately, gave way while returning late at night.

The Where.

Chandipur beach is near Balasore. There's an Integrated Test Range, DRDO near the beach where they test Prithvi, Agni and such missiles. 

If you're wondering, my route took me through Cuttack, Jajpur and Balasore starting from Bhubaneswar. 

The What.

This beach is a special little thing. The beach's water recedes for up to five-km and comes back in a cycle of twenty-four hours. When we reached there, it was the recession period. We didn't wait for the water to start filling up because it was already getting too late.

The soil is black and isn't messy at all! There are small puddles of water from when the water recedes and you can spot little snails trying to scale their personal ocean.

The beach is, again, as usually most of the shore in Odisha is, empty, save for twenty or so people who are trying to wrap their head around this thing.

The sunset is always beautiful at a beach. This was no exception.
The sun was lowering gently and reflecting in the innumerable small puddles of water. If you tried to face the sun, you'd be facing infinite smaller number of the orange suns winking at you from the waters.

The Journey.

I'll acknowledge this well beforehand. The journey is what made the travel so interesting. There were so many mishaps on the way, starting from the luggage that fell on my car's headlight from on top of a bus and ending with the second tyre bursting off enjoying the spirit of Diwali.

We met so many helpful people that I felt ashamed for ever doubting humanity as a whole. There was a point where a group of villagers were chasing us yelling, 'Patthar! Patthar!', pointing to the rear of the car. It was five minutes later that we realized they were pointing to the puncture that had developed in one of the rear tyres. Bless their souls.

My fellow travelers wanted to try out the fantastic sea-food available near the beach but we ran out of cash and the most-prominent ATM was out of order. So we cursed the idiotic facilities instead and promptly turned back to our home.

When the sky was being penetrated with all those beautiful rockets, and the smoke was choking it to death, we were on the road with two of my comrades sprawled asleep and the lone driver fervently praying for the life of the second distrustful tyre.

By the time we were back home, the day of Diwali had passed. We marveled at how the 16-hour long road-trip had only one hour of beach in it. The rest was the drive and occurrences that are too awesome to be typed on a public blog. 

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