The Storm

It was a storm that lasted for all of nine days. 

All of us were hiding from it and we were relieved and ecstatic when it had passed. It was a moment of quiet and peace and we had all the time we needed to reflect on what we had just experienced. 

It had somehow brought us all closer to each other. There was a new found respect for life and unbeknownst to each other, we had all silently resolved to truly ‘live’ our lives the way we had secretly desired. 

Our grandfather, whom we called Dadu was the first one to speak when we came out in the open. 

“This is not the last storm of your lives kids, there will be many such storms and they won’t necessarily blow off the roof of your home, but do remember what you learned about yourselves during this storm” he told us. 

We looked around and saw the devastation that the storm had left behind and considered ourselves to be very fortunate. At least a dozen trees were knocked down and at least one window was shattered. 

It was a time to take stock of our lives, to see what truly affected us and where our attachments were anchored. 

It was a collective thank you to God that was being offered in our relief at having survived this storm. 

Life would offer us many such opportunities in the years to come, while they may not have been physical storms but they took us deep into our depths to realise what truly mattered. 

Just then Einstein our dog came running out of the house and he was as happy as happy could be. 

We knew that we were now responsible for ourselves and needed to live as such. 

This could easily have been a tragedy, but we were all glad that it was not.

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