BALMASA

LYNNE COX

Mär 2009 · MEHTA PUBLISHING HOUSE

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 It was the dark of early morning; Lynne was in 55-degree water as smooth as black ice, two hundred yards offshore, outside the wave break. She was swimming her last half-mile back to the pier before heading home for breakfast when she became aware that something was swimming with her. The ocean was charged with energy as if a squall was moving in; thousands of baby anchovy darted through the water like lit sparklers, trying to evade something larger. Whatever it was, it felt large enough to be a white shark coursing beneath her body.

पहाटेचा अंधार होता. काळ्या, बर्फासारख्या गुळगुळीत आणि पंचावन्न डिग्री तपमानाच्या पाण्यात लिन होती. वादळ येण्यापूर्वी असतो तसा समुद्र ऊर्जेनं भारला गेला होता. तिला जाणीव झाली, की आपल्याबरोबर कुणीतरी पोहत आहे. कुणातरी ’मोठ्या’पासून वाचण्यासाठी अँकोव्हीची हजारो पिल्लं ठिणग्यांसारखी सैरावैरा उडत होती. ते जे काही होतं, ते तिला पांढर्‍या शार्कइतकं मोठं वाटत होतं...