The Storm

That day the beautiful long coast had transformed into a battlefield. Nature had declared war on humans. The wind howled and bellowed, scaring even the most brave men. The powerful, piercing rain forced everyone to take refuge.Not a single soul roamed the streets of this lonely town. The charcoal sky was soon set aflame by strikes of lightening. The ocean was invading the land and the loud roaring thunder had kept the threat alive all night.

The morning after this deadly storm,the town was in ruins. The proud citizens had been sentenced to deep melancholic mourning. There were no casualties nevertheless something had died inside the people. Houses were broken, windows cracked and roads destroyed. The low lands were flooded and dirty garbage had found its way from the dumps to the roads.

It was a sad sight, however, surprisingly most of the man made structures were intact. It seemed like nature had shown us aggression but also mercy. The trees had come to our rescue. They sacrificed themselves and took the blow of the elements in order to save us. The trees performed a true act of selflessness and kindness.

Nevertheless it was impossible to ignore their pain and suffering. Every tree had fallen on the ground. T o make it worse they seemed tortured and ostracized. every branch was twisted crookedly. New born saplings lay there uprooted helplessly. Walking down the road was like walking through a cemetery. I t was overwhelming and painful. Even the mighty old banyan had deceased in attempts to save the town and its people.

At dusk people, animals and birds all came out of their shelters and together payed their respects to the trees. It was like a ceremony for the silent heroes of this stormy war. The town had never seen such silence and desolation. Non the less time heals even the deepest wounds but the memories, they remain forever. As a reminder of this storm and the sacrifice of the trees. Every year on this day at twilight the nightingale sing and these people listen silently.

 

Note from Author: This Descriptive piece was inspired from the cyclone that hit Tamilnadu in 2011. At that time i was in Pondicherry and had first hand experience of this threatening storm.

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