On the Christmas Day...

It was 25 Dec,2004....I was hanging around with my friends at the Besant nagar beach.

I was supposed to fly to abroad in a weeks time and hence had arranged for dinner for my friends at a restaurant in Besant nagar. It was Christmas day and the church close by was exhilarating with celebrations. There was happiness,fun everywhere. Amidst the Christmas celebrations we had a great dinner.

The restaurant was by the beach side. Obviously, we decided to drop by the beach after dinner and we did. We shopped petty things from the beach side shops. We dipped our feet in the shore and splashed water on each other. The Christmas celebrations, the chill breeze, friends, fun, laughter made that night aesthetically pleasing. Amidst the fun, an indefinable, strange exaltation was haunting me. I was not comfortable standing by the shore.I felt that the waves were unusually harsh !

After getting late we chose to leave home. As we walked away from the shore my friend pointed out to the moon. It was full ! Perhaps it was tidal waves that was harsh after all... i said to myself. I went back home cuddled myself under the warm blanket. I had a peaceful sleep...

Next day morning i woke up to hear the horror news that Tsunami struck southern India. It was only then I learnt what Tsunami is (A tsunami is a series of waves created when a body of water, such as an ocean, is rapidly displaced). I was horror-struck to know that hundreds were dead and that the place where we had our dinner last night was devastated by the giant wave. After all it was not just a tidal wave !!! I spent some moment in silence after hearing the horrifying news. The unfortunate incident taught me the meaning of life in a very bitter way.

Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.........and of course it is not the length of life that matters but the depth..