well adventure has its own magic...as i rushed past towering cliffs of dead rock i could hear nothing but the sound of roaring waves and my heart beating about just as fast.
in my little rowboat i had started on this little journey from the south coast of india to the andaman and nicobar islands. its a pretty niceplace i have heard and i wanted to add some adventure to my trip. i am very fond of such little exploits you know.
i have been treking so many times , then i have swam across waters , driven on slopy hill sides and what not.
so as i was saying i started from tamil nadu and decided to complete the journey that very day. i had my little life jacket on and food supplies in my bag. just as i was starting to feel the fun a deadly storm started up. my heart skipped abeat. but i am a daredevil after all. so i didn't pay attention and just rowed on. generally it is adviced that rowers should find solace in a small rock island or something when a storm starts up but i decided to row on....the i saw something that made my heart sink to the bottom of my belly.....an enormous.....gigantic wave of a hundred feet was soaring towards me...and i knew i was a gonner.....there was no where to turn to......
i stopped dead and knew this was the end....the wave hit me in a swirl of colour and i knew nothing except a lot of pain and cold wetness over my body before darkness engulfed me...
~to be continued
ishan
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