…..Hitherto, they were four, happy-go and inspirited, and made a happy family. Happiness breathed unless fell over them an ominous spell. Speller, this time, was our own ‘Mother Nature’. Yes, sad. For, humans kept messing around with her despite her heralds of calamities. In the end, the patience succumbed to the demolishers, the earth danced, architectures too. And there feet, dancing, stepped on countless. Geologists named this electrifying dance an ‘Earthquake’.
Now, they are two, orphaned. The innocents, boy, 8 and girl, 4, paid for this breach of peace, between mankind and Nature.
That same night, clouds wept, uncontrollably and frenziedly. For, how could a mother not have mourned for having uncoupled a mother-child, despite the fact she herself was a ‘mother’. But, choice was just one, the devastation at the altar of a much-needed warning….
Wake up people before the death sneaks in, sparing none. Literally, none.
Better your actions, save your tomorrow.
By Prerna Daga