I looked up to see the surface of the water. It seemed like a separate world, far from me and the one I didn’t really want to go back to. But, we had to retreat. Unknowingly I was pulled up and I followed, flapping my feet and getting closer to the surface.
Breaking the diaphanous surface, I emerged from the water, still breathing through my mouth. Shaolin helped in removing the mask.
I was quiet and still, then, worried because my brother was also in there. We had given each other a high-five inside the water. Amazing isn’t it? I recognized him in the water where everybody looked similar—strange creatures with black bodysuits and life-supporting equipment in contrast to the aqua life around them.
“They already left.”, Shaolin said. I was alone there floating in the water, clueless and still absorbing the sudden series of events that had taken place.
One moment I was below the water, living each instant in peace and calm and the next one felt as if I had been taken out of the womb of comfort into the commotion of the world.
I saw dad coming towards us, he said it had rained cats and dogs in the past 20-25 minutes and I was oblivious to everything except daylight.
I had never breathed so peacefully as I did under the sea, never felt such a combination of tranquillity and excitement at once, never felt freer and been in such a close and lively interaction with my surrounding.