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The frigid water had long back, taken away any sensation that her body would have tried to feel.

The legs paddled away below the surface, as a duck’s would.

Muscle memory that comes from being an Olympic synchronised swimmer.

In the middle of the Pacific, 25 nautical miles away from civilisation Michelle felt a zen like calm, as her thoughts traversed decades.

“It doesn’t matter”.. she spoke, with no one to hear.

Its tough for an Olympic swimmer to drown. But with two amputated arms, the fight is a little easier.

Much easier than its on shore.

By Arijit Roychoudhury

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