Gingerly, she took a step forward. One foot at a time, she decided. The bridge wobbled and creaked under her feet.
“I can’t do it,” she said.
“But look at the others. They are all doing it!” her family urged.
She looked up, across the 450 feet gorge. The bridge didn’t look strong enough to hold that many people, but it did. She wondered how. She peeked over the railings and looked at the shiny sliver of the Capilano river, glittering in the sun. Mocking her from 230 feet below the feeble bridge.
Fine; I can do it, she decided quietly.
Holding onto the railing with both hands, she took one step at a time.
Halfway through, she stopped. For photographs. How was she supposed to smile while the bridge wobbled from side to side? What if it toppled over?
“Nothing will happen! Just smile!” they reassured her.
She forced a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She wished this ordeal over.
Again, it was time to move forward. One step at a time.
“Yes, I did it! Thank god I don’t have to do that again!” she exclaimed jubilantly, as she reached the end and stepped onto solid ground.
“Oh, wait till you have to cross it to get back,” a passing stranger smiled as he stepped onto the bridge.
Photographs: Copyright Sanchari Sur