Ashvi. 15. London.
The mainsail ceased it’s flapping as the wind filled it, and gradually the boat gained speed, gliding ever more effortlessly through the water. The gentle ripples lapped against the side of the boat as it sailed, a sound that that I found so entrancingly beautiful that it sent shivers down my spine. Nothing compared to this, nothing else in my life was as incredible as the feeling that this gave me. It was just me, the boat and the sea. The water was my liberation; it was a haven from everything, a quilt of blue that protected me from all of life’s problems. My home.