Gemma had a rough start in life but she eventually managed to make her life what she always dreamt of. From filling the gap between her grandparents and her mom to accepting her father's absence in her life to becoming a successful interior designer...
I loved sleep so much. I had the potential to sleep like log for hours and do not get bothered. And that's what I was doing on the beach under the warm light of sun, when suddenly the warmth and light of sun got blocked.
I opened my eyes only to find Sasha, my best friend hovering over me and looking at me like a I was a weirdo.
'I can't believe you are still scared of water!' she commented while making her way towards the sea where our other friends were swimming and having fun.
'Hey! I'm not scared okay?!.......I just don't like swimming!' I yelled at her retreating figure and then gazed at them for a long time. Truth no.1?......I am scared. Truth no.2?......I don't even know how to swim.
I lied back in the same position and closed my eyes. Who cares about swimming when you can rest your lazy ass out in the sun on relaxing wet sand?
'Gemma, honey!' out of all the voices of the crowd on the beach, came my mother's sweet call for me.
She walked over to me and said 'I'm going on motorboat with Carol and Jeremy.'
My head snaps up in her direction and I squint my eyes. 'Are you sure, Mom?' I ask her in context to the recent violent weather changes that have been occurring.
'Don't worry, baby. Weather's clear today.' Mom said while scanning the clear horizon.
I lazily kissed her feet while mumbling an 'I love you.' to which she replied while walking towards the motorboats, followed by Carol and Jeremy, the only friends who made her feel homely.
As I lay there on my stomach, ignoring the occasional attention of some random guys talking about how I would love to spend a night with them, I gazed at all those people enjoying in the water.
A chill went down my spine, thinking of even going near that blue mass of water. For people I knew closely, I hated the seas and oceans. But it was only me and my soul who knew, that every time I looked at ocean, I used to think it is staring back at me creepily. That even thinking of being in those salty waters was a death experience. That 'hate' was just a coverup lie for my fear of it.
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It was 4 in the evening and I was attending a board meeting of grandpa's company (well, soon to be mine) on my laptop but my mind was completely distracted by the fun I was going to have in the evening. It was Sasha's bride shower.
I was ready and just waiting for the meeting to get over.......unaware of the fact that I won't be able to attend any celebration.
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(Gemma's outfit)
My phone rang and Mom's id flashed on the screen. I switched off my camera and picked up the call.
'Honey! The fuel went out and we are stuck here in the middle of the ocean!' As I took in the situation and looked out of the window towards the thick clouds forming over the waters and the sudden hype in water, my heart began to race.
