It’s quite unbelievable
to think about last night’s incidence. Though it was a feeble shake, it
suddenly recapped me of previous year’s lethal incident.
It occurred at 12:04 am
sharp. I was up due to some work. As soon as I stood up, the walls enclosing me
trembled. I was helpless and couldn’t do anything. I was abruptly reminded of
the mock drill demonstrated by one of our friends in the school. Fortunately,
the shake subsided after a minute. Had it been for some more shake, I would have
gotten under the table.
It dreaded me. I could
not sleep no more. The thought of aftershock haunted me.
What panicked me more was
the condition of house. It was attached as an extra room to the existing house.
One could see lots of crack developed over the walls. The roofing’s and windows
are also not so strong. And in such frail house was me wide awake in the dead
of the night deprived of sleep.
Outside, the dogs were
hollering wildly. Inside, I was totally wrapped up in fear. I was oscillating
in between “to go or not to go out”.
Two hours of unrelieved
thoughts over a minutes’ shake eventually brought me an intermittent sleep. But
the fear still lingered.
With myriad of prayers
said, I went back to sleeping.
In the morning I woke
up to find if it was the real shake or the shake left by my neighbor because it
has been pretty long time since his girl friend last visited him. No doubt, it
was real quake.
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