I was drowning, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t find anything beneath my feet and started drinking sea-water. That was the time I felt like ‘this is how I die’ or ‘this is the last time I am alive’. Then Proshad Bhai held my right hand and he pulled me. Somehow I managed to move my head up to water level and breathe one more time and then started drowning again. When I moved my head up, I saw the beach so distant that I thought it would take my life time to reach the beach. This was happening over and over again, like for an eternity. The current of the water was so strong that I was afraid that I might be swept away from Proshad Bhai. Finally I found sands beneath my leg and there the level of water was above my throat. But still at that moment, I was very afraid, I thought the water was driving me towards a region having deeper cavity. I started moving to the south-east direction, but the current was so strong that I couldn’t. Then I saw Ashiq Bhai has come here. Then with our joint effort we started moving towards the beach. Before reaching at the beach, another guy came saying ‘Some other people have reported that this place is dangerous’. I wished if there was any sign of it. We reached at the beach. Salahuddin lost my sandal. But he saved Parisa Apu’s, I don’t know how. After reaching at the beach he left to the hotel. But I didn’t want to go to the hotel. I felt like that was not the fun I was looking for that morning. We started walking towards the south. Ashiq Bhai asked me ‘Did you remember any past event at the time you were drowning?’ I said ‘no’. He said ‘Then you were not dying’ !!!!! He is always so funny. We reached at a place where a lot of people were having fun at the sea. We entered into the sea, but we felt that the current is still driving us to the north-east direction. I felt very depressed and terrified and we started moving to the hotel. On the way we met Rahed Bhai and Faroque Bhai. Faroque Bhai asked ‘Tomra naki morte gesila?’. Salahuddin must have told the whole incident in the hotel. After reaching at the hotel Faroque Bhai scolded me saying, ‘Oi, ere dorja bondho koira pitao. Ar konodin jabi somudre?’ I took my shower, packed my luggage and moved to Dhaka along with Towhid. During the whole journey I kept visualizing only one thing: I am drowning, moving my hands back and forth and watching the beach long distance apart. The more I tried to avoid this, the more the scene came to my mind. Each time I saw it, I felt a shock at my heart. I started reading ‘Chaitrer Ditio Dibosh’ by Humayun Ahmed. I had been reading this novel for a few days. The novel was finished, but it was so sad that I was more depressed. Throughout the journey the bus service exhibited disgusting dramas that resulted me a painful headache. But I did not take paracitamol, because the headache was distracting me from visualizing that painful scene. At night 11:30 I returned to my home. I couldn’t tell the incident to my parents. My mother would freak out if she knew it. I just asked her ‘Didn’t you worry while I was at the Cox’s Bazar?’. She replied ‘Yes, I did. I kept fasting today with a glass of water and prayed for you the whole day.’ I was speechless. Finally I found a reason why I didn’t drown that day. Part2 Part1