Nishka looked at the sea, wich reflected the sky endlessly. He breathed in. He breathed out . Then, with so much strength that he almost fell into water, he tried to throw his line with his small arms.

However, it never broke the mirror of the water's surface as he hooked his pants instead.

At 8 years old, Nishka really wanted to fish. He had saw his father and the village folks do it and had been mesmerized, memorizing their actions. he had asked to join them but had been scolded in return as they said fishing was dangerous and only adults where allowed to approach the water. But Nishka didn't care. Instead, when no one was looking, he had taken one of the fishing poles and run at some distance out of the adults sight, and then had tried to throw his line in this giant lake.

And here he was, having hooked his pants, unwilling to move in the slightest for fear of messing anything. Then, a voice resounded from behind :

"Stuck, aren't we?"