So I was having my usual Saturday lunch with the T.V. on high volume. Dad and
mom were in their room, mom putting dye on my dad's unevenly white hair, and grandpa was busy getting
his power nap in my room. When suddenly, my glass of water started to vibrate in
an uneven tone. Then out of nowhere, I hear someone outside the house shouting
"BHUICHAALO!!!". Then mom and dad
hustled everyone out of the rooms. I ran along, trying to get down the stairs
when the bigger earthquake-shock hit us. I was trying desperately to get down
the stairs while I was being pushed chaotically sideways. I looked back and saw dad and
mom holding grandpa by his arms and trying to go down the stairs too. So I
decided to jump the stairs and open the door to the backyard. I took the leap and luckily I opened the door just in time they got down from the stairs. I pushed the three of them out the
door and went outside...
The view was terrifying outside. Everything was going to and fro. The noise everything made that moment, still haunts me. We looked up to the house and strangely enough, to all of us, it looked as though the house would fall upon us. So, I pushed everyone again to the alley, ran forward and unlocked the front door. Everyone in our neighborhood was out of their houses by that time. People were screaming and crying and we were so terrified! I had never felt so helpless... Minutes later the internet came back and we started receiving the news from everywhere. The valley was in ruins... We were in ruins. Everything important to us was brought down to rubble. So many people were trapped in those buildings. Everything was out of place. I was choking and couldn't speak at all for half an hour or so. Our neighbors were tearing up, kids were crying with bemused expressions on them and all of us had extreme terror in our hearts.And I just couldn't stop wondering. Why are we being punished? What had we done to deserve this? Why has everything been taken away from us? All we wanted was peace. Was that too much to ask for?
The view was terrifying outside. Everything was going to and fro. The noise everything made that moment, still haunts me. We looked up to the house and strangely enough, to all of us, it looked as though the house would fall upon us. So, I pushed everyone again to the alley, ran forward and unlocked the front door. Everyone in our neighborhood was out of their houses by that time. People were screaming and crying and we were so terrified! I had never felt so helpless... Minutes later the internet came back and we started receiving the news from everywhere. The valley was in ruins... We were in ruins. Everything important to us was brought down to rubble. So many people were trapped in those buildings. Everything was out of place. I was choking and couldn't speak at all for half an hour or so. Our neighbors were tearing up, kids were crying with bemused expressions on them and all of us had extreme terror in our hearts.And I just couldn't stop wondering. Why are we being punished? What had we done to deserve this? Why has everything been taken away from us? All we wanted was peace. Was that too much to ask for?
