I was about 7 year old then, Manjanna 8 and V had just crossed 2. We were in my grandmother's place for the summer as usual and Manjanna's and ours were the only families in by then. Our coconut plantation was the best playmate we had - we created frog-leaps in the backwaters that ran through the plantation, we made tunnels in sand, we climbed the young coconut trees, we exchanged stories(mostly exaggerated) from school, we chased away the stray calves and so on. The cool breeze and the calm environment was so inviting that many a days we went home only for bath and food, that too when someone came to call us.
One of the afternoons like that, we were there and there was nobody else around. Our youngest uncle had gone home just then for bath and we three were roaming around. Noon time usually brought the water up till the embankment and that day was a little more than usual - we couldn't see the stones marking the embankment. Manjanna and I started splashing the water with our feet, not really bothered about V and we were hardly at it when I realized that V was drowning! All I could see was her face and two hands stretched upwards and I just grabbed one of them. But she was too heavy for me to lift up and if not for Manjanna's strength, I don't know what I would've done. We brought her up, shaken but not injured much except for a scratch on the chest. We went home immediately, asked V to keep mum about it, told whoever questioned that V's clothes had got wet while washing her hands! I was very proud of V for being so brave and supporting of the whole scheme and it was not until the next summer that we became over-confident and bragged about it. Of course we got scolded badly, but I guess that was more out of relief than of anger.
One of the afternoons like that, we were there and there was nobody else around. Our youngest uncle had gone home just then for bath and we three were roaming around. Noon time usually brought the water up till the embankment and that day was a little more than usual - we couldn't see the stones marking the embankment. Manjanna and I started splashing the water with our feet, not really bothered about V and we were hardly at it when I realized that V was drowning! All I could see was her face and two hands stretched upwards and I just grabbed one of them. But she was too heavy for me to lift up and if not for Manjanna's strength, I don't know what I would've done. We brought her up, shaken but not injured much except for a scratch on the chest. We went home immediately, asked V to keep mum about it, told whoever questioned that V's clothes had got wet while washing her hands! I was very proud of V for being so brave and supporting of the whole scheme and it was not until the next summer that we became over-confident and bragged about it. Of course we got scolded badly, but I guess that was more out of relief than of anger.