I outsailed the life boat at least a nautical mile, when I saw the deadly cyclone aiming to the shore behind. I do not know the name of the cyclone, but in future it shall be called as “ Fate”

There was a silence in the boat, which was broken by the cry of an elderly lady who is about to lose her husband and grandson. The cyclone swept all over the shore within no time, leaving nothing but floating dead bodies.

I came back to the deck, took over the wheel and sailed slowly. On board, there were living cadavers who lost their memories, their families and hope. And I, the life guard, was no different from them. I too lost my son. With my quivery hands on the wheel – I kept on asking.

Almighty! Where the hell were you?