Hurricane – But the worst isn’t always the storm!

Prologue-

Lightning flashed across the sky and the waves were dangerously high, up ahead n the distance cars flew into trees and a building collapsed somewhere. Rain deafened our ears and the leaves carried by the wind hit the windows and glass-like bullets

I looked forward to the recliner and decided that right now the only thing that was flashing beneath my eyes was this murderous plastic recliner and it was heading towards me fast. I also decided that if I didn’t do anything about this flash beneath my eyes now, the next thing that would flash beneath my eyes would be nothingness, heaven or god, which one, I wondered, but I decided now was not the time…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hurricane!

 

 

“Time to go to bed! We have to leave early tomorrow ” My mom shouted to me

“Yeah sure I’ll be right there,” I said

My dad and I had just finished watching the movie ‘Titanic’ and we’re talking about how wonderful this vacation had been. I couldn’t believe that this was our last day in Pondicherry! I walked to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and changed my clothes and as I lay on the bed with my parents in our fancy hotel, looking out the window to see a storm brewing on a dark night. I hugged my mom to get rid of my fear.

“Good night,” I said softly to her
“Good night” she replied

I drifted into sleep, dreaming about a giant candy kingdom with massive candy creatures looming over my head, and how I fought them bravely by eating them and how I took over the candy kingdom with my stomach and mouth.
My dreams continued about sharing my lunch with the girl I liked in school and almost anything and everything my 8-year-old brain could think once…

And suddenly on my perfect dream date, the girl sprayed water on me? What? That wasn’t supposed to happen! She then turned into a giant, noisy, lightning and rain monster and moved towards me…
I woke with a start, feeling a mix of annoyance, fear, and surprise. Surprise? Why surprise, you ask, let me give you a hint, it had something to do with lightning, extremely violent rain and high waves… that’s right – a storm, a big storm possibly a Hurricane!!!

I was terrified! I got up to shake my parents awake but the effort was unnecessary they were already wide awake and covering me with the blanket. They told me that everything was fine, that a storm was just passing overhead, I should go back to sleep and that the storm would be over in another fifteen minutes…

I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t, I assumed it was because of my dream about the ruined date. So I told them about it, but they just laughed.

Why? It was pretty serious stuff… I just shrugged and lay back down.

I managed to go into my dreamland once more but only to get interrupted by lightning.

Again.

I opened my eyes and immediately saw that my parents were wrong, very wrong, the storm hadn’t gone away, it had just become much, much stronger.

Lightning flashed across the sky and the waves were dangerously high, up ahead n the distance cars flew into trees and a building collapsed somewhere. Rain deafened our ears and the leaves carried by the wind hit the windows and glass-like bullets

The windows flew open and water rushed into the room, my parents ran off to close them as fast as they could.

My dad called back to me to stay where I am, and now – 3 years later I wish I would have listened to him, but I didn’t, instead, I too ran like a hero to retrieve a book I was reading. My teacher had lent it to me for behaving well in class, surely she wouldn’t be too happy if I lost it! Plus it was only a few yards away, I would get it and be back on the bed in no time…

I . Was . Wrong .

Everything went well at first – I grabbed the book without anyone noticing, I was almost back at the bed with the book when I got a bit distracted, I caught sight of our brand new car – a Renault Logan. I smiled at it, it was truly a beautiful car. Then I watched in horror as a construction ladder and a few bricks fell on a BMW inches away from our new car – poor BMW, life is really unfair, what did it do to deserve that?

Just then, as if on cue on a roll of thunder the rounded windows of the other half of the room shattered. My parents stopped what they were doing and looked my way –

“ Erm hi? Just in case you’re wondering, that” I pointed towards the broken windows. “Wasn’t me!” I said sheepishly

“GET AWAY FROM THERE!!!!!!!” My dad shouted at me

“ Huh? Ok sure”

It was Too late.

When I turned my head to follow my dad’s order I saw a red plastic recliner flying towards me at full speed, and if I froze that second right there a kazillion emotions went through me – mostly fear, so much fear that I was frozen on the spot. What was going to happen? Was I going to die?

I had seen in numerous movies and read in multiple stories that when you are about to die your entire life flashes before your eyes, the good things you did and the bad things you did, your regrets, your pride, but right now absolutely nothing was happening, I had two theories – one suggested that nothing was happening because I wasn’t going to die while the other suggested that I hardly had much life to flash – only 8 years. I hoped my first theory was correct.

I looked forward to the recliner and decided that right now the only thing that was flashing beneath my eyes was this murderous plastic recliner and it was heading towards me fast. I also decided that if I didn’t do anything about this flash beneath my eyes now, the next thing that would flash beneath my eyes would be nothingness, heaven or god, which one, I wondered, but I decided now was not the time…

The recliner was only a couple of feet away from me now.

There was way too less time to react, I was going to die.

I decided to try and save myself but I knew that my body couldn’t react that quickly. I tried to jump out of the area but thought there was way too less time.

Luckily though my body had this kind of situation all planned out so it could react extremely fast, much faster than it had ever reacted in all 8 years of my life, I later learned in 3rd Grade that these sort of actions were called reflex actions…

So anyway, my reflexes kicked into place and I jumped out of the recliner hit zone, just in time. Barely missing me, the recliner hit the lamp behind me and shattered it instantly.

I stood there dumbfounded, even after knowing I escaped, my palms were sweating and I was in too much in shock to react anyhow. my father grabbed my hand and dragged me away. I had no idea where I was going at that time but I just went along wherever he took me…

I found out a year later that – while I was busy saving my life, the manager had made an announcement that – ‘this was a hurricane and all guests should report to the emergency house immediately.’

As the hurricane raged on, we rushed downstairs to the emergency house and when we entered I was astonished by how big it was. It was as good and comfortable as a suite, and about half an hour later everyone was assigned a space to sleep, we got our space relatively quickly and once we settled down there my parents went off to talk to the manager and as soon as I sat on the bed I felt suddenly sleepy, I wondered why, then it struck me – because it was 3 in the night!

The night went pretty bumpy in the emergency house – not everybody slept and the occasional loud thunder woke me up, but, it was OK, at least I was safe, and so was my family. Finally dusk broke and light filled the room. It was hardly raining now, but the wind still looked strong outside. At last, we were permitted to go.

The emergency house emptied quickly, and soon enough we packed up and left too. My parents went through the doors and stretched their legs. I wore my slippers and started behind them but didn’t reach…

When I stepped out of the doors, the first thing I heard was the wind howling and the swimming pool’s water sloshing softly. I didn’t pay much attention to it at that time, and that was a mistake.

As soon as I stepped outside I realized something wasn’t right, and I found out, but not in a good way… The wind outside was too strong for me, so I too started to fly with it! I put all my remaining energy from the night before into trying to fight back, but my efforts were wasted – the wind was too strong and I was too light… I looked in front of me to see where the wind was taking me, and when I finally saw the swimming pool of all things, I suddenly started to shiver.
I panicked, and so I screamed, screamed at the top of my lungs for help, hoping that someone would come to my rescue, but no one did.

Just then I caught eye of my father running to reach me, to save me! A ray of hope entered my panicking brain, but it quickly disappeared when I saw how far away he was. There was no saving me now… I looked at the pool depth – 1.5 meters!!!??? I was barely 1.15! And I knew next to no swimming, I really should have gone for those swimming lessons…

I was approaching the pool at a rapid pace, all I could hope for now was that the wind was strong enough to fly me over the pool…
I was only a yard away from the water now
I sucked in a deep breath and pleaded the wind to fly me across…

And that………………….. is exactly what happened!!!!!!!!!!!!! whoo-hoo I was saved!!!!

NOT.

What happened in the real world was me flying into the pool and drowning… As soon as I felt my feet touch water, I knew it was all over. I closed my eyes and waited to go under, soon enough that happened too, I thrashed my hands and legs around in a useless attempt, I was sinking. I had learned somewhere that the water always gives you 3 chances before it drowns you… The first chance came, I tried to move myself to the railing but the wind pushed me back so I had to do with a breath. I went back under and felt my heart racing so fast that I felt it would pop out of my chest. The second chance came, this time I wasn’t lucky enough to draw a breath and went back in with no reward…

My 3rd and the final chance came, although this one only pushed me out enough for only my eyes and nose to come out of the water, so I drew another breath, which I thought was my final one. I went back under once again but didn’t come out this time…
I thrashed around madly under the water but that didn’t help. I could hold my breath for another 10 or so seconds but I knew it would be over after that.

The oxygen level in my lungs was decreasing and my panic level was increasing, I tried screaming again but that just filled my mouth with water, I started coughing and felt myself getting weaker… I was dying.

Just then I heard a splash and felt a pair of strong hands pick me up, and out of the water… I remember being laid down on the floor and being pushed in the chest by my dad.
He had made it, he saved me! I was not dead!

After the medics in the hotel made sure I was fine we loaded our luggage into our car and took off for home, on the way back I saw that we had only been hit by the outskirts of the storm… as we moved to where the heart the heart of the hurricane had been I saw upside-down petrol pumps cars shattered like glass, buildings fallen and even one or two cars on fire! as I processed all of this, my father’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

“That’s twice I almost lost you today Krishiv”

“Yeah”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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