I’m not really a water kind of person. I hate the rains, am annoyed by puddles on the road, and I prefer to sit in kiddy pools in water parks. That could also be because I panic at the thought of zooming down at breakneck speeds. But let’s not talk about that. Instead, I’ll dwell on the waters that intrigue me, those that burst in on the golden sands of beaches. I’ll wade knee-deep into them – no more – and think about the secrets of the world.
Beaches. Waters. Sands. I’m not a great fan of water. Maybe because I feel vulnerable when I’m bombarded by it. So when it rains, you’ll find me staring at it in annoyance. When I pass by a puddle, I skirt it and curse anyone who splashes. When I’m near a pool or the beach, I make sure I’m careful enough not to be around people who can dunk me into the water.