Fifteen years ago, I went scuba diving for the first time. Fresh out of school, I wrote SCUBA, not scuba, because I knew it was an acronym (and probably wanted to show off that I knew).I remember standing on the white sand of Lakshadweep. It was all a bit overwhelming. There were sixty of us, on a Lakshadweep camp. I was at an age when I wanted to fit in, but did not want to fit in. I wanted to be welcomed, but just did not belong. Lakshadweep, with its breathtaking beauty, took me out of my own deep-rooted self-consciousness. I snorkelled to the end of the lagoon, watching blue surgeon fish. I remember deep sea snorkelling on our last day there, and can still feel the thrill that ran through every pore of my being. I remember running my hand along the sea weeds when Mr Shaukat Ali held my hand and took me under water.And when I went to Krabi last month, everything flashed … [Read more...]