"Blah, blah! Why so many instructions, it's not as if we are gonna fall into the river, geez!", I whispered from the corner of my mouth. "In case you happen to fall down in the river, do not panic, I or any other raft leader will rescue you. Keep your oar tightly held and try to reach out to your leader with the help of it. If out of reach, we will throw a rope and pull you towards the raft. But, the key is DO NOT PANIC!", the leader continued.
"Do not panic, do not panic!", my present (and almost drowning) self reminded itself, clutching the oar as tightly as possible. I again tried to catch a gasp of air while feeling completely out of control as if I were a tiny paper boat which crumbles and fades out in the strong streams made by rainwater.
About half an hour earlier, we were prepping ourselves for one of the most adventurous rides of a lifetime, white water rafting in the holy Ganga! Something that I had dreamt of since quite a long time. A push by the raft leader's offshore team mate and voila, our raft was there on the waters glistened by that early winter sunshine! As I felt feeble splashes of the cold water on my face, something told me that this os going to be a memorable journey! 😉