I Am Sorry

The story of my life.

 My master is very fond of me for without me he finds it difficult to navigate in the pool. My master has  tough days and he loves to have a few strokes to relax. I am proud to be a part of his life as it proves that I am good for him. I was a Christmas gift. I know he loves me. He usually puts me in a special room next to his working table and very conveniently he will pick me up for his nightly strokes.

That evening was one such evening. I wanted him to put me on so that he would be comfortable in the water.

The evening breeze added a relaxing atmosphere. My mistress was hanging around giving instructions; as usual. But she can be right at times too when she asked him to be careful. My master enjoyed the activity but unconsciously took me off. I was left on my own. I began to be careless and wandered away. Yes, it was fun indeed. I was flighty and floating ! Hurray it was good to be free and easy. I am bouncing with the waters and moving with the waves.It was indeed pleasurable.But I also forgot myself. Oops ... hey the waters are carrying me away from my master.

 Help.

My master was not listening to me. Then I knew something dreadful was going to happen. Blurp, blurp, hey I was sucked into that hole ! What was that? Where was I going? How was my master going to find me? Would I ever be with him again? Oh no, it was impossible. I had lost my way.

Yes. That's the hole I was talking about.

Now, what next? What's my destiny? How could such ill fate befall me? Why was I so playful and careless? I had only myself to blame.Where was my next course of journey? I was scared. I had to face along and arduous journey; to don't know where. Really. Don't know where.

Yes, underground. I had to maneuver along that path under the pavers. Oh no, what fate was that? What was going to happen now? Did I need to go along the path? Would I cause havoc to anyone? But the choice was not mine. There was no other route to move. I moved; yes I jolly well had to move. But the road seemed long and narrow. Yet, I had to trudge and trudge. I was not enjoying the journey as the path was dark and it was tight ! 

Hey, the waters were helping me in my movements. They were giving me that push through the path. I would have been stuck somewhere if not for the force of the waters. But, it seemed an endless route.

It had been many, many days. I was still stuck along the path. It was a desolate situation. I had to pay such a hefty price for being careless. 

Believe me when I say I had to navigate so tightly along those pipes. Yes, how was anyone ever going to discover me? Could the impossible happen? What was my master's decision. Had he forgotten about me? Would he rescue me? What had I done to the waters in the pool? 

YES, I was the main cause of the colour of the pool. My master had chlorinated the pool but to no avail as I had blocked the flow of water into the pump ... I am sorry. But I prayed that I would be discovered. Many an evening I saw my mistress overlooking the pool and praying for a solution to the mind-boggling situation. The pool specialists had never seen anything like that and they were dumbfounded.

Now, they want to replace the pump. I heard so much squabbling between my master and them.It must be the malfunctioning pump that had caused the condition.My master was furious and curious. 

My mistress asked about me in a conversation. Had I been found? Could I be the cause? My master decided that he had to take some serious effort to find me. He reckoned that I could be a possible menace.

My master is super smart; smarter that the pool specialists. He recognized that I could have cruised along the pipes and blocked the passageways of water to the pump. He dug and dug. He dug along the pavers and he opened up the pipes too. Alas, I was not to be found. It puzzled him that I could have found my way to the pipes at the pump room. He stopped digging 

My master fathomed that it was impossible that I could even reach those red valves on the left that locked waters; and even more impossible to reach that black check valve on the right. Yet he dutifully opened the red valves but I was not to be found.
My master had given up all hope of finding me.

Would you have given up?
 My master stopped his operations. Now I know I would never be found and I would continue to be a threat to the health of the pool.
 I really was such a menace.

But my master is not someone who gives up easily. He came back for me again ! Hurray he came back for me again ! He had decided that he would open up that black check valve. Though he found it impossible to imagine me sailing to that corner, he nevertheless attempted the last effort to find me.

I was found.

Cruising there was not without pain. I had to nudge and trudge and it hurt. But the force from the sucking pump was merciless. I was coerced into submission but the black check valve was the last point for me. No amount of force could carry me across but being stuck there meant the pump was hampered in its effort to cleanse the pool.

No doubt. I was the cause of all confusion and heartaches.

I am sorry. 

I am that guilty party.

Master, I am sorry.

Thank you for finding me; though a part of me has been wounded.

 Now, I also know I can no longer serve you. 

 Sad.

I am now resting.

That's the story of my life.