The Seaman Is Fished Out

The Seaman Is Fished Out

The sun was going down the buildings and a darkness typical to the night through which my life had been trekking along was setting in. we could feel each other’s  hearts beating loudly as we held each other’s hand. The road turned out to be quite a busy one considering it being the time for everyone to get home after a busy day at the office.

Quite a few inquisitive and curious faces did peep out for a closer look at us, several horns beeped, but we ignored them. Both of us were well aware of the interesting picture we created for the onlookers everyday, but we didn’t bother. We were engaged to be married in a few days and we wanted to make the most of e  ach others company while  we were celibates.

Parental restrictions and societal dissonance came between us when we wanted to make popular fast­-food outlets like McDonald’s and Café’ Coffee Day the rendezvous for our meetings, so we thought of meeting while she walked home from the spot where the cab  dropped her after office. I escorted her from the sot to her home everyday. Though we were engaged to be married in a couple of weeks, yet I did wonder if I we were doing something wrong. Our parents knew of our romantic adventures on the road. They had given us the liberty considering our respect for societal norms. All said and done, there was a typical ecstasy running down our spines as we held each others hand. This was when I could forget the sense of guilt of being unemployed despite excellent academic credentials. I clung to her hand as if I was clinging to the last hope of life. 

I felt like a seaman drowning into the ocean who hopes of being fished out of the ocean by a trawler passing by.  The ocean had all kinds of marine animals bent on sucking the last drop of his blood. He had to stay clear of all of them while he waited for the trawler. He had  to wait for a real long time. The saline environment did effect some amount of damage to his legs which were submerged in the ocean. It sucked out quite a bit of his patience.

His patience was being tested. The seaman knew he was to be fished out of the ocean in a little while, but the time he would have to spend submerged within the water was indefinite. The quantity and quality of damage his legs were to bear through the process was uncertain. He had no option but to wait for the trawler to approach him and pull him out of water. The trawler    was approaching the seaman at quite a slow pace, but there was enough steam let out in the air to signal an approach.

The seaman was sure of two possibilities---either he would be fished out of the predicament in a couple of hours, or he was to sink to the depths of the ocean. Meanwhile, he had to expend quite a bit of his energy to keep himself afloat and keep himself away from sharks and other aquatic terrors.

I had to make a lot of efforts to keep myself alive and kicking in the brutal world. My struggles against fate and destiny were hardly enough--- I had to be fished out of the ocean at once. I might have drowned and killed myself or I may have found myself in the belly of a shark or a      sea-monster. The young lady holding my hand was to fish me out with remarkable skill and care.

The trawler did fish the seaman out of the ocean in a couple of hours. His legs were damaged, but he still manages to use them quite efficiently.