I - SEA - YOU

The last thing that I saw as I let myself fall freely to the bottom of the sea is my husband's anxious face. I had no clue where the cerulean skies merged with the turquoise waters. I had no eyes for the spanning flora and fauna. My feet felt lite, my body lithe but heart heavy.   

"Is he ok? Why did he leave?" 

We were informed that it is a 10 feet dip but it sure felt claustrophobic ...or rather thalassophobic. The oxygen helmet which weighed 20kgs above the sea, now weighed only 2 kgs on my shoulders. My crocks helped me to move with perfect agility on the sandy floor studded with pebbles. I could count each one of those colored marbles under my feet.

We (a group of about 10 undersea-walkers...well! Since my hub left it must be precisely 9) were navigated through the purple corals, red sea whips and sea anemones. Gorgonians or sea fans fanned out in every possible colour and in every possible corner.

A crew of 'Four stripe damsel fish'  flooded us out of the blues. Being a zoology enthusiastic I looked out for sea horses and turtles but I was more than amazed by those many tentacled scorpion fish.

 I met marlin the clown fish who is still "Finding Nemo" and thought of my lost hubby with a greater sinking sensation. I am overwhelmed by an urge to see him at once. I needed him like oxygen.

Did he have blocked ears? Is he nauseous? breathing evenly?

My god!!! Is he breathing at all?

I recalled the  sign language of the swimmers. "Thumbs up - Am fine, Index up - I want to go Up, palms up - Increase my oxygen".

I turned back to find my diving instructor and call off my adventure. I found my husband falling in step with me quietly. I never realized when he returned and most importantly why?  He looked at me in the eye with a lot of questions and I found all my answers.

His eyes said  "Are you ok?"

 
And I realized he returned to make sure I am safe and enjoying the adventure with all the devilry that I can have.

 

 

Happily ever after

                                                

Her foot slipped perfectly in to the glass stilettos. The prince found his Cinderella. He took her in to his arms and asked her "will you marry me my dear?"

The boy knows what comes next. He grew apprehensive as the moment neared. He rushed to his granny and gran'pa and blindfolded them with his tiny hands.

"What? Why are you closing our eyes?" his grandparents protested.

The prince kissed Cinderella on her lips and they lived happily ever after in an embrace of love.

"No No No No. I said NOVE-AH. You shud not cee dis" the boy proclaimed trying his best to squeeze his eyes shut. His grandparents chuckled to themselves  knowing their grandson got the best of the brought up's of the generation.  

"But who will close your eyes when you close ours?" his granny decided to pull his leg.

"I squiz my eye's shut...buth sum times...I acci..dentally happen to cee a little. Buth ith's okay. Ith's Noth a big deel" the boy replies soberly.

Cupidity

He painted his granny's toe nails. He brushed his gran'pa's greys. He now thinks they are perfect for the occasion. He taught his gran'pa to kneel on his hurt knee and propose to his wife with a garden hibiscus. They did the charade pretending to please their grandson but rather they are pleased with themselves.

Just when we think we know everything about love, our grand children arrive in style marking open chapters that were never learnt before.  After all, love isn't a noun. Its a verb. One should 'Express more' to 'Experience more'.