The Dark One

It’s a belief that your pets can sense danger awaiting you and also take it upon themselves. Well, the Morning Glory did warn me of the danger. She knew that Hemanta (Winter) had something brewing in his mind. She tore her very first bloom to show me that something bad was going to happen in few hours, but I was unaware that it was Hemanta’s work.

Sarad flew by quickly as she saw her brother treading on towards our city…

He came in gently, cheering up my mind, beautifying the leaves and flowers with water droplets. Little did I know that he had something else waiting for me…

In a matter of hours he began pouring water heavily down and I still was unaware of his creation. Time ticked by…

Time wove on, crocheting seconds into minutes and the rain became heavy…

Minutes soon formed knots and crocheted itself into hours and the rain became heavier…

A spent coconut leaf fell down in the house opposite to mine and water level began increasing…

I didn’t know that this time Hemanta brought his daughter, Nisha (that’s what the hurricane was named) along with him. Nisha in Sanskrit means night. Night doesn’t always indicate serenity. It also is an indication of danger… darkness… fear…

That’s what Nisha brought in… Fear… Darkness… Danger… She felled more trees, satisfying her hunger. Hemanta darkened the skies to please his daughter. She gave out a terrifying laugh that sounded like the rumbling of the clouds and her teeth were as white as lightning. She clogged the drainage with unimaginable stuff that she collected on her way.

The water-level increased.

Hemanta realized that his daughter had taught us enough and took her out of the city, but before she departed, she kicked playfully that forced waters into houses. She was mocking at our drainage and sewer systems. She was meaning to say that we needed to improve. She couldn’t be blamed except for the deaths that she caused, for which I still curse her, but that’s her nature!

With her out of our city, Hemanta looked mournfully down at one of the residents of Plantville and a tiny drop of tear fell on it. He realized that one of his daughters took up the greater danger on herself.

(Since she deserves a separate post, I didn't reveal her identity).

Sometimes, Mother Nature might seem cruel, but a mother needs to be soft or harsh depending upon how her children are behaving.

I really thank all my friends for their support at such times. I can never ever thank you all enough…