Swimming Along...

My son has finally learnt swimming! All the coaxing, cajoling, tears and sunburns has finally paid off. Now he's hooked to it and four hours of every weekend are dedicated to it. I went to watch him the other day and felt a strong urge to jump in myself. It's been exactly ten years since I swam last but I don't think I've forgotten how to. I have my swimming costume intact and only thing is if I should and can jump in when there are ten men around in that not-so-big space. I saw only one lady that day and she didn't seem to move anywhere beyond the diameter of a foot. What fun is that? I think may be I'll try sometime early in the morning. But then it'll have to be before the rainy season starts. So many parameters!

We went to Max last Sunday and my son won a prize in aiming and throwing the ball. I think I was happier than him because it was the first time he won a prize and I could see some sense of achievement on his face. I hope he wins many more because it'll give some motivation and occupation to his restless mind.