the shame of the swim.
I am on a mountaintop now. Each mountain has a personality which comes out through a variety of physical factors such as the state of mind you are in right now, the people you are with or whether you are alone, the sheer weather of the place. If someone were to put a gun to my head and ask me what personality this one has, I would say it is a monomaniacal soul-enervating one.
Mostly because I am finding the dry hot daylight weather here to be lethal. One cannot sit in the car even with the air-conditioner at full bloom and the place lacks any particular thing to do when you are here except if your intention is to just lay back and relax. I mean you could get a paraglider for 2000/- and ride the sky but even that does not seem to be worth it for the money. The sunset is beautiful from up here though. The beauty of the sunlight is much defined by the sheer spectrum of colors with which it paints the horizon. Crimson, orange, pink, indigo, blue and purple.
I went swimming yesterday in the hotel pool. Luckily I was the only person there. I do not know how to swim but luckily the pool water did not overreach my nose. I tried swimming the basic strokes I had learned from my cousin years back and I encountered these two problems:
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I cannot seem to get my breathing right. I try flipping my head sideways over the water but cannot seem to do with good timing ever and as a result no successful breathe-in takes place. This also drains my energy.
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The sheer physical motion of flipping your arms and moving your legs is something I underestimated to the greatest degree. I discovered I am not fit for it at all. It is like running with resistance. That is soul draining. Or maybe my technique just is not right yet.
See you tomorrow,
Avi.
P.S. Oh, and here is a sweet song for you today.