I’m not very comfortable getting into deep water. I simply dread it. Lately, I visited this place besides the sea. The sea was so magnificent that you feel so small and modest standing at the shores. Riding in the ship, crossing the enormous sea, getting away from the shores, amidst the sea, where no land is visible, you could see only the water touching the sky at the horizons. The sight is marvellous and at the same time frightful. A thought crossed my mind, what if I got stranded in the middle of the sea and never be able to see the land again. A chill ran down my spine. Yet I was marvelling at the might of the sea. By the beach, people were enjoying all kinds of water sports. But I chose to stay at the seashore, walking into the water till I’m knee deep, then in waist deep water but couldn’t get any further. My younger sister went for snorkelling. When she returned, she had an expression of incredulity on her face and awe in her voice. She urged me to try it. Reluctantly, I agreed. The guy, who was helping people, gave me the paraphernalia to wear with some instructions. I did as he says but as soon as I put it on and tried to get my head under water, I grappled with the water. I tried to clasp the guy’s shoulder and gulped the salty water. I couldn’t swim, my body stiffened and I struggled for a foothold under water. I felt that I was getting drowned. It was such a horrific experience but I tried again, but after four unsuccessful attempts I gave up. I watched little kids and elderly enjoying snorkelling alike. When I was leaving the beach, I kept on wondering whether I missed a once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity, whether I should have tried a fifth time. But I just smiled knowingly that at least I have conquered my fear of water by stepping into chest deep water when I had never even bathed in a high speed shower in my bathroom. I smiled throughout my journey and been enthralled by the strength of the mighty sea.
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