I paddled through the water. Those tides were familiar. They took me back, to my summers. Those hot and dry vacations. The schools were closed and I tried to make the most of them.
One summer, father placed a pat on my shoulder and nudged me to go outside.
He pointed at the fishing rods, and said, “This summer I’ll teach you how to fish.”
A bit confused, I simply nodded.
We sat on the fidgety boat, just ensuring we don’t fall. We started with the rod, and everything going haywire just to reel it in.
He paused, looked at me and smiled. He said, “The boat is your life, you’re sitting in. The rod is your effort”, saying this he tossed in the reel effortlessly. He definitely was used to it.
He broke the silence, “The more efforts you put in, the longer and deeper they’d reach. The water is your opportunity, and the fishes are milestones.”
“When you reel your rod, you have to have some patience. When you reel in efforts, you need to wait for opportunities. When you put the correct efforts in right opportunities, you catch milestones”
I nodded to every word he uttered.
We’d been sitting there for hours, with no fishes falling for the bait. He pulled back the rod and said, “Sometimes your efforts don’t get the right opportunity. You’ll get frustrated. But you don’t stop fishing. Pull your rod and throw it with double your potential, somewhere, someone will be there for you in the water”
My flashback was intervened by a loud splash.
My fish was waiting in the water.
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