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....