Hudhud
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Experience of a Vizagite
Today, the article which I am sharing is something totally different from my genre, but I am doing it because it has to be known. This article is composed by a Vizagite after the Hudhud cyclone, showing her experience.
After setting down at the Vizag airport, I could see what HUDHUD had done to Vizag and it really made me understand how severe the tragedy was. It was something which you can never feel sitting at home or viewing it on a goggle box or reading in a paper. The glass roof of the airport was blown away and it appeared like nothing was there previously. The work is going along at a very good pace to begin the normal performance of the airport asap. Everywhere trees had come down. The urban center which was once known for its greenery was now nothing but in ruins. You can distinctly draw out that something or the other had befallen.
Hudhud, the cyclone for which the Vizagities had been waiting. It was averred, this cyclone will approach Vizag with a velocity of more than 200km/hour. The time had come for us to find out what this disaster could do to us. The urban center was ready to confront it, but not ready enough to redeem itself from the life threatening disaster.
I could identify myself with the victims of Tsunamis and with the causalities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Though they had lived through something which was far worse, I could not undermine the effect which HUDHUD was having on us, the people of Vizag who have always been secure from the rage of nature. But, now it was our turn. I have always dreamed of being a part of something like this, to be able to narrate a story to people about how it felt. At once I was living it. No Electricity, no network coverage, not recognizing how my friends were coping up out with the tragedy.
Being right across the ocean had created more fear in our intellects. Many doubts and uncertainties raised in my mind: What if water would rise? What if there would be a tsunami? This made me consider why my parents had ever planned on living so close to the sea, only then the beauty of the sea made me brush off these inquiries. A portion of the Hudhud had already hit Vizag and a huge impact could be determined. Tress has fallen, ruined walls, lamp post uprooted and no electricity. We had no idea what would take place when the cyclone would hit the city with its entire power.
Thither was a sort of fear coming in my head every time I witnessed the windows, doors breaking. Darkness has taken over the whole city. It felt like time had come to a halt and as if the storm was never going to stop. I could feel the cyclone break my resolve. I was praying for it to end. The lone thing I went on saying “HUDHUD calm down, please!”
The building adjacent to my apartment was not strongly built or it was too old. The rampart of the terrace had broken and the bricks had come down along the earth. The only noises which I could hear were of the windows breaking, glass shattering and screams of people, which I did not know were real or my mind was just creating them. The notion of a ‘Small part of the Earth was getting to an end’ had taken over my brain. I wondered, what if Vizag would no more be called the city of destiny. It was now evening and the same practice persisted in. I was sure that the school, colleges and offices were going to be shut down for a few days.
It certainly felt like a war zone. A war which was going on between HUDHUD and Vizag. I never imagined that I would live through such a life threatening disaster in my entire lifetime and even confront it and live through it. It felt like we had done something bad to the nature and that the nature was rebelling, trying to show us its power that it had created the human race and possessed the ability to wipe it away.
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