The Lakeside

A gripping story of redemption and second chances unfolds at the lakeside. Follow the protagonist's journey as they confront their past and find the will to live again. Explore themes of love, loss, and the power of second chances.

THE LAKESIDE
I was unaware of my courage for this incidence.
There was a sound or touch or feel in my unconscious mind, which was rousing by holding back my
actions from the verge of ending things, possibly a heartfelt desire for living and giving life a second
chance. The urge of a second chance let me think against the pills; in the same way I dropped the
rope, which I was connecting to the ground for leaving the rope as a tangled pile, an appropriate
metaphor indicating the mess in my mind. However, in that very day I killed it, strangled it and
pushed it back to the gravities of feelings and thoughts, which is never to be visited again and this is
what I did to myself. It was a long and hot day of summer when I opened windows of the jeep,
letting the aggressive wind slap my face as angry hands. Even though, my eyes were stinging, I
appreciated the experience. As I rolled off the worn out roads but the energy was directed towards
controlling my jeep that was bouncing around the dusty road as like a scampering horse. As I turned
to a corner passing a grove of tress, I droved nearly to a big rock. It felt, as my car did not want to
take me to my destination. However it did not have any choice at last.
With the unfolding of the landscape before me, my thoughts were devastated as a glass
sheet in the action of gunfire. As the car hesitated while retorting me forwards, I hardly
noticed the condition because of my intense torrent of feelings, memories and emotions
growing through me. It was the lake, her appearance, her lips and the touch of grass. The
hot sun, the gentleness of waving trees and the birds chattering away.
Almost a year before, there was a moment when I was just sitting there, with an
overwhelming feeling of empty shell like body with the flow of a series of unobstructed
memories. Like a broken sound of records, I heard her laugh in the head, which would not
be existent anymore. When the bitter tears from my eyes rolled down my hands and folding
down by lap, I realized my cry. The salty tears transported me back to my senses after which
I moved my head while moving steadily for opening the door.
The touch of wind rustling through the trees, the burning sense of the jeep and the crinkling
sound of the paper which I opened from the pocket by laying the letter upon the seat of my
jeep. Although the letter was lying alone, I had no plans for keeping company.
With the progressing wind, the waves started rippling down, as I was approaching down the
shore. I heard the wave asking me to stay away from increasing depths. However, I was not
in a mood for listening to them. The lake discontined shining by marking a last dazzling
sparkle by hiding behind baleful clouds like it could not be able to watch that was going to happen.
I screamed ‘Coward’ as I have witnessed light leaving the sight of her eyes while she was lying in the
bed at hospital. I watched the face turning loose with the limping of her body. I was feeling useless
as I was of no use in that moment. She was lying in the bed with her soul and body full of pain, as I
am standing there useless. She was fighting for her life while the treatment was failing in my
presence that was supposed to be keeping her alive.

Cancer, such as ugly destructive word, which was also happen to the start sign. Before the
experience of transition of two phases of existance, she cracked a joke as it was ‘meant to
be’, which I never accepted to be funny.
However, I was there, I was about to connect with her above life and existance. I knew
noone will miss me as I was unaware of my fater and my mother, who did not have
significance in my life, was alcoholic. The only human I loved was my grandmother, who
anyway was above 90. After her demise, I felt alone, alone foghting against the cruel world.
As I was turning a mess, my friends started leaving me after her death, which left me with
no family. These were the reasons for my decisions of uniting with her.
As I was filling my soul anf lungs with crisp and cool wind, I intentionally splashed in
shallows while soaking myself. I heard the grove of trees on my left, murmuring with each
other for the event they were going to witness. I was wading out till the time when the cold,
freezing water was rising above my waist. Arctic water was sending me back to life. I
whispered to myself, ‘This is it, this is happening for real this time’. Even though an inner
voice was trying to strangle me back to my senses I tried suppressing the voice as I
murmured ‘This is it’. That was her favourite and preferred place to have a swim, where I
was preparing myself for a plunge. I remembered her face in my head while sinking in the
water.
I was sinking and for the very first time in a while, it started raining.
The cries brought me back from the water after which I surfaced my body in the ground, out
of the water, spluttering and coughing while inhaling oxygen as a taste of sweet life. I was
scanning the ground when my ears focussed and recognized a sound of a drowning child.
It was hours as I was scanning the horizon, even the lifegaurd training of mine came in
action while searching for that’s sound. However, I observed a head, which was bobbing up
down through the surface of water. I swam for reaching the recognised figure as quickly as a
person could while obserbig a sinking body with depleting trace.
Honestly, I barely remember about the very moment as it was blur while dragging and
extracting the girl from the water, pulling her back to life. I gave her CPR while she was lying
there, messy and limp. Her eyes were flickering when she started breathig oxygen.
That was the time, when I realized, life is worth living for.
Even including mine.