And Orange. One lone wolf consecutively dives out in glee. It’s day 36. Being on the water everyday for 7-9 hours, paddling in the harsh sun, doesn’t allow for too many detours. I paddle hard plastic plate Suppliers and fast out. All it needs is for you to think of them. However, one always wants to preserve it. My kayak is swarmed with jellyfish. And the orange jellyfish that I was going to pull out with my bare hand drifts away majestically. I laugh and maintain mine.The next day, I chase a pod of dolphins surfacing together, forming lines of breaking spray just 3 metres ahead of me.So, when my kayak draws up next to a flat orange piece of plastic, I decide to pick it up. They’re Green. Often, I’m too dehydrated or out of the way to pick it up. I dip my hand in the water when the plastic pumps. I turn around and kayak back.(Kaustubh Khade is an IITian, Asian Silver Medalist in kayaking & a Limca Book Record holder. However, one always wants to preserve it. I get the GoPro out and take a moment to be with my new found friends. My paranoid mind tells me they are here to window shop for their lunch. And it’s tentacles run a Mexican Wave.The beauty of our own backyard is often lost on us. Just as I catch up to them, paddling furiously, they break away playfully and change course.The waters of Maharashtra are blue. I find myself kayaking past it, for the second time in my life, when I set off on a 3,000-km solo kayaking trip from Kutch to Kanyakumari. I’ve carved up my first state of Gujarat. And I have 47 more to go. But when I am 4 km out of the port of Ratnagiri, I am optimistic and feel I can make a difference. He recently kayaked the 3,000km west coast of India solo) I know this land like the back of my hand.The beauty of our own backyard is often lost on us. The clear green water comes alive with orange. Jellyfish When we think of beach destinations or possible tropical paradises, we think Maldives or Greece. Surely not coastal Maharashtra or Malwan. Grey.I barely snap my hand back as the water around me changes. Plastic. It is the enemy and no one knows this better than someone who’s seen it strewn all along our coastline. Then when I am clear of the near and present, I laugh