Tempest

Friday, 8 December 2006

The gale

It was a test from heaven. The winds were so strong. I don't know how I managed push myself against their superior strength and take laborious steps ahead. I had lost a sense of moving forward. I just knew I was moving. It pushed me to the right and it pushed me to the left. A sudden gust pushed me forward. I almost stumbled onto my face! My hair swirled all around my face. I couldn't see where I was going. I hoped to God I was moving in the right direction. And then I heard them. The sounds grew insistently louder, closer. They circled my struggling body. They enveloped the air. The cry of the wolves. I felt like a weary wanderer lost in a desert. The haze momentarily lifted from my mind. What would wolves be doing in a desert. Desert? Hah thats some imagination! I scorned at myself. I was walking a concrete road in Harrow. Alright then a concrete desert. But the sound of the wolves is real. The force of the wind is real. My struggle is real.

'Shriya, SHRIYA!' I cried out.
'Wait up!!...ha ha ha....suddenly I couldn't stop laughing as I strived to catch my breath and calm my breathing.
'I've just seen it. I've just heard it!'
'What?' she asked flabbergasted at my gaity in this gale.
'I've just heard the wind howling! I've just had a glimpse of what the Mystery moor must have been like!! Am in England!!'
ha Ha HA....peals of laughter as both friends let the moment seep in.
'Yes we did see it, we did live it'.
If only for once.
But now i've felt it.
It'll last for a lifetime.

There was a small tornado in the north of London yesterday morning. A few houses were damaged. The wind raged a gale for a few hours. Train time tables were disturbed. The workforce (including students and those with a mission) continued their normal activities against all odds. We were among the few who saw true beauty.

Posted by Pavitra :: 01:27 :: 5 comments