It’s been one of my dearest childhood wishes to learn how to swim. Often has the damsel-in-distress story metamorphosed into damsel heroism in my dreams. Shipwrecks, poolside saves, beaches and shark rescues – they all have figured prominently in imaginary escapades in which yours truly plays the super heroine. Heck, if it were up to me, half the catastrophes on water could have been avoided. Or so I like to think.
The fact that I wouldn’t even bathe in a standard bathroom tub without scuba-diving equipment at hand fails to discourage me. I banish from thought all the horror stories, heard at...
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