Blue

Magical days that make you do things you fear most. Water is an innate fear. Learning to swim I won't leave the side of the pool. Then Saima's little brother drowned to death.
That was it with water. I'd hyperventilate looking at stagnant water in a pail. For years.
Swimming was never an option.
Standing in the Arabian Sea, ocean currents swaying me off my feet with every wave, the smell of salty water tickling my nose and a high wave drenched my face as if mother ocean wanted me to wash up, a sunny afternoon and chilled as ice water with torrential currents saw that change.
Feet digging in the slipping sand beneath, I hyperventilate at the thought of diving down, a leap of faith as a trustworthy friend let me hold her hand as my knuckles go white, I snap on the goggles and push my head down the sparkling blue wave, blue turns to beige, then clears into a camel fawn tone, little fish near my feet, oh, or where they were supposed to be. I had no feet!
Without telling me, as my head went down, my legs, as light as a feather (which they're most certainly not) rose up behind me, almost weightless. My Eureka moment!
Little silver slivers slithering their way around the dirty caramel background, five in the first dive, three in the second, almost twenty in another.
As pale brown calm waters would turn to azure blue fierce waves, the powdery blue horizon glistened in the gorgeous golden sun. Never have I adored water, wind and the earth more.
Walking on sharp rocks almost digging through my barely there leather slippers, eagerly rushing towards the waters, squealing as we spotted dolphins at a distance. Spraying around, bright blue waters charming them into stark white splashes. What the eye of the camera fails to capture, the human eye effortlessly etches in the heart.
There is no experience of mine in the world that matched overcoming this lifelong fear. Just the fact that the gorgeous blue Indian Ocean, dolphins and a Sunday had something to do with it, simply added to the magic...