|Sigh! Could have been me :(|
If anyone dares to laugh at me, you will be sued. And with that banderole firmly placed in my heart, I decided to learn how to swim.
Not a big deal I know but then, you all don't know me. I have a vivid imagination. *Snicker. Well, my imagination stems from Jaws I.II. and III. Ah yes- also Moby Dick. Capish?
It does not matter how deep the water is. The gurgling, bubbling sounds triggers all sorts of motion pictures in my mind. Believe me, none of them, is good for my heart.
And to that my swimming instructor was a Dutch lady. My tryst with a language is yet another tale to tell. But for now, let me tell you, I can speak fluently in Dutch, especially with those who have no understanding of the language.Capish?
So with my very limited knowledge of the language and absolutely no knowledge regarding the mysteries lurking under the water, I plunged in.
I felt the frenzy world under the water closing upon me. Claiming me. Restricting me.
I thrashed. I grabbed a piece of a golden rope floating in front of me and felt the heavy weight of doom taking me down.
A very thrashing, threatening and vocal doom.
My swimming instructor's tresses the clutched in my hands and she was a no happy Rapunzel.
Strong arms grabbed me from behind and even in my worst nightmare, I knew I was the damsel in distress who was just about to meet another Prince Charming. Sigh! What more could the lady who was just on the verge of buying her first 'Menopause for Dummies' really want?
"Mevrouw! Je bent stom?" The angry, gruff voices sounded above me.
Strong, masculine palms had started pumping heavily on my chest. This makes me wonder – has anyone ever asked the victim receiving CPR how they actually feel? Sorry PJ. But since I am dying, I am allowed one PJ.
"Mevrouw? Can you hear me?"
A tune started gathering momentum in my head. Let me share that with you.
I fluttered my eyelids. Kajol would have been green with envy if she had seen me there. Anyways, to carry the story further, I gripped his hands. Warm. Strong. Fluttered my eyelids again and shyly opened my eyes to meet a set of thick lashed, grey with tinges of silver, very beautiful feminine eyes.
The song changed.
Another dream came crashing down. Clutching the remnants of my dignity, I got up and then decided to - err.. faint. Don't judge me. I literally had no choice. My instructor was glaring at me from across the pool, her one palm massaging the scalp. Every kid, who had come to learn swimming in that pool along with their parents were openly giggling. Now you tell me what would be better? Walking past them or using the health insurance and calling the ambulance.
Keeping my eyes tightly shut I let the paramedics escort me out of the swimming area. *smirking.
3 Years Later...
"Hi, My name is Ina. Do you have a slot for adult swim lesson?"
Disclaimer : All your best wishes under this post will act as my float. And also keep my instructor in your prayers. Fingers crossed. She will have strong. long hair.