It was 20 years ago. When I was younger i.e. 15 years old. My father used to say that swimming is an art. Keeping his things in mind, I started learning to swim and after a few months I became a good swimmer.
Once I went for a bath in the village pond with my colleagues. After about half an hour, the same voice started coming from all the sides of the pool to save the boy. All the swimmers who were present in the pool started to repeat that boy. All the swimmers dived and were exhausted.
After about seven minutes, everyone had given up that now they are happy to find that boy. Then my father remembered that swimming is an art, so why not use this art one more time. Taking the name of the one above, I took a long breath and took a dip and went to a depth of about 10 feet and found the boy and he got a new life.
My life is a Story 