She woke up groggy, the flu’s effect dizzying, to her brother's warning not to step out. He, friend and car stranded on the highway. She watches out of the window, swirling waters seeping through row houses below. Her husband stuck at work, she watches, as the power fails, the rooftops of submerged cars, their warning red lights casting eerie patterns in the dark waters. The rain gods relentless, the high tides adding to the woes, the levels increasing with every passing hour, sucking life away in the strong currents forever. Her building stands alone - an island in the foreboding gloom.
(My experience in the Bombay flash floods of 26/07/05 )
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.