“Good Morning” The bedroom was filled with the freshness when he greeted her first in the morning. Pushing back the curtains and letting the sunshine in, he said, “Made up your mind?”
‘Oh no!’ thought Mrs Chitterchatter to herself (most of the times, what she thinks can be heard by those around her 😜). “Is it morning already?”, she speculated aloud. “I am still sleepy”, she continued.
All throughout the night she had kept on tossing and turning. The thought of the nightmare to face next day, gave her a sleepless night. She knew that there was no escape. She had to face it. She had tried her level best to avoid it so far.
Little puzzled? Not your fault. I should have informed about it earlier.
Mrs Chitterchatter dreaded water. Rest of the family took to waters like the fish! She on the other hand was much happier to sit and relax at the poolside reading a book. Every time she was coaxed to join them in the pool, she would come up with variety of excuses that ranged from I don’t have a swimming costume; I can’t think of tan; I may catch cold and blah blah blah!
The summers were around the corner. The family (read except Mrs Chitterchatter) had decided to go for a swim every day. Mr Balanced had gifted Mrs Chitterchatter a swimming suit, few weeks back(she had shoved it to the back of the wardrobe).
Mr Balanced, Giant Little Kid and Innocent Baby hatched a plan over a week end. They informed Mrs Chitterchatter that she must give them company in the pool else there would be a hunger strike! All they had requested was her presence in the pool and not by the poolside.
The day had dawned. Mr Balanced brewed a fresh cup of coffee for Mrs Chitterchatter and there he was.
“I am feeling feverish”
“Let me check”, said he while putting his hand on her forehead. “Oh my goodness! You are absolutely normal”, he said laughing.
“I have a headache”
“Taken tuition from Innocent Baby for baking stale excuses?”, he asked. “Dont worry, I have a solution. Here is your favourite drink. A hot cup of coffee does wonders!”
“But its not my cup of tea”, she protested.
By now the children also had gathered around the bed.
“Mom, dad had got you a cup of coffee. Its not tea”, said the Innocent Baby after breathing in the aromatic vapours from the cup.
Men in the house couldn’t stop laughing!
“Have it Mom”, persisted the girl, “You will feel fresh. And Don’t worry I will never not let you drawn”, said she going closer and giving a bear hug to her mother.
Gentle pleading from the daughter, a nudge from the son and the assurance from the better half helped her muster some courage. The family was seen near the poolside soon. Pearls of the sweat had gathered on her forehead. The heart beat had paced up. She felt weak at knees.
To cheer her up, Mr Balanced complimented her new look. Giant Little Kid clicked a selfie with her. Forcing a smile at that juncture was a herculean task for her. Innocent Baby dived into the pool and waved at her mother. “I am here to hold you Mom”
Mr Balanced held her hand firmly. She felt little better. Holding his hands, she approached the pool.
“Wait. I think water is cold”, she said. Sitting at the edge carefully, she dipped a toe in the pool. It sent shivers down her spine. Tears welled up. Mr Balanced helped her get on to her feet.
“Take two deep breaths and follow me”, he said. He took her to the shallow part of the pool.
“Oh my God! I am drowning. Holy cow, its going to be my last. God save me. Its a going to be a watery grave for me”, she screamed at the top of her voice, tightening her grip on Mr Balanced’s wrist, her eyes closed tightly.
“I am going to loose my right hand for sure”, said Mr Balanced tapping her on her shoulders.
“What?”, she checked with him, opening her eyes.
“Pool is only 2 feet here”, he informed her calmly, “and my right hand has lost every bit of sensation. Mind loosening your grip?”
“Hehehehe….” came a loud outburst. “Forgot that I measure well above 5 feet”, she said. Gone was fear and in was lightness, enough to buoy her spirit!
Soon she was seen walking along the edges of the pool, holding on to the bar, sometimes giving up support and enjoying some splashing around.
Mrs Chitterchatter now has enrolled herself for swimming lessons! Here is wishing best of luck… not to her but her instructor😉
This post is part of #BlochatterA2Z and #A2ZChallenge