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A sun drenched, tanning-oil glazing, jacuzzi bubbling afternoon. Confessions aplenty, admidst good company and lush balinese vegetation.
The red-bikini. The ever perky, ever willing to listen. Just last night, over the simplest goblets of red wine, i was liberated. The catalyst: My lovely sisterest of sisters.
Hear me out.
There came a time when the sky opened, a time when i thought i had found that one thing. That one thing which gives chills down the spine of those foolish enough to utter, that simple 4-letter word which brought joy and excruciating pain at the same time, the root of all emotions. After years of toe-poking by the pool side, i had finally jumped right in. No, it wasn't that i have decided to, it wasn't that someone had pushed me over. It was in the most natural manner...
The brief moments of pleasure-wading in the crystal-clear cooling waters was shortlived. An unimaginable cramp hit me bad and i was soon out on safe dry-land again. The once incredibly tempting pool of water now seemed like a murky brackish pond. I was phobia-stricken.
Months passed. There i sat on the deck of the yacht staring down into the water. Love for Sail. Navigating through the vast ocean i sought peace as a sailor. Sure it was fun in the beginning, no inhibitions, no hidden agenda, no destination. Just me and the never-ending horizon. It was looking promising with clear blue skys ahead. No cramps, no fear of drowning.
Little did i know, darkness was slowly creeping, slowly catching up from behind...
Loneliness.
As the dark clouds soon consumed, i cried. I finally realised that i was never able steer the boat out of the storm. I was never made to be a sailor. Recalling the incident at the pool just months ago, it suddenly struck me that it actually wasn't so bad afterall. It was merely a chanced encounter of cramps. My fear was not justifiable and definately uncalled for.
I was trained as a swimmer, not a sailor.
The red-bikini. The ever perky, ever willing to listen. Just last night, over the simplest goblets of red wine, i was liberated. The catalyst: My lovely sisterest of sisters.
Hear me out.
There came a time when the sky opened, a time when i thought i had found that one thing. That one thing which gives chills down the spine of those foolish enough to utter, that simple 4-letter word which brought joy and excruciating pain at the same time, the root of all emotions. After years of toe-poking by the pool side, i had finally jumped right in. No, it wasn't that i have decided to, it wasn't that someone had pushed me over. It was in the most natural manner...
The brief moments of pleasure-wading in the crystal-clear cooling waters was shortlived. An unimaginable cramp hit me bad and i was soon out on safe dry-land again. The once incredibly tempting pool of water now seemed like a murky brackish pond. I was phobia-stricken.
Months passed. There i sat on the deck of the yacht staring down into the water. Love for Sail. Navigating through the vast ocean i sought peace as a sailor. Sure it was fun in the beginning, no inhibitions, no hidden agenda, no destination. Just me and the never-ending horizon. It was looking promising with clear blue skys ahead. No cramps, no fear of drowning.
Little did i know, darkness was slowly creeping, slowly catching up from behind...
Loneliness.
As the dark clouds soon consumed, i cried. I finally realised that i was never able steer the boat out of the storm. I was never made to be a sailor. Recalling the incident at the pool just months ago, it suddenly struck me that it actually wasn't so bad afterall. It was merely a chanced encounter of cramps. My fear was not justifiable and definately uncalled for.
I was trained as a swimmer, not a sailor.