“Coldhearted love”- By Dilsha XI A
Have you ever been ice skating? It’s a hypothetical question. I’ve done some ice skating and let me tell you that it’s quite an encounter.
It was a surprise visit to the Zayed sports city ice rink and I was under dressed. Finding my shoe size was the next task in hand. My feet may seem to be a normal size but trust me; it’s never had a perfect pair of footwear. When you wear roller blades for the first time, it’s really a foreign feeling. I was not really sure whether I could feel my toes but then I let it slide.
The feel of walking in roller blades can be easily explained. Just wear a 2-inch tall platform heels and try walking in a straight line. But to explain the feel of the blades on ice was something I am incapable of. The scraping of metal on ice. The sharp blades carrying you through the frozen earth below. The chilly air hitting your face as you swift through the ice. Goosebumps on your skin trying to keep away the icy air. Each breath of yours seen as white frosty clouds.
But out of all these, the most vivid feeling in my memory was the thrust of pain when your body comes in contact with the solid ice floor. This has nothing to do with my brother. I think. I was grasping the side bars catching my breath and at the same time trying to make smoke rings. With a blink of an eye, I found myself kissing the solid ice floor.
When I got up and stretched, I heard bones crackling from places I never knew had bones enough to crackle. Thankfully, I was in one piece, sort of. I skated till my legs gave away and afterwards started hugging the floor. My Brother had to drag me out of the rink. I think that’s when I fell in love with the floor.
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