The gasp for life

This is definitely not my first time trying to write about them, rather several attempts I made and failed for the mere reason that my limited vocabularies would never stand as a justification to the incomplete description of a wonderful pair of people called parents in my life.

It still remains an attempt because my vocabularies are still limited but all reasons stands defeated whenever I suffer constantly from my random emotions syndrome and as usual try to find  solace in my scribbles.

I couldn’t have missed them more than that point of time in my entire life.

September 18, 2011 645 pm:

I was just one of them running out of the house of course for my life! It was an earthquake that has hit the town that moment. Clad only in a bathrobe with water dripping from my half rinsed hair and standing outside the open parking lot in the pleasantly cold autumn night after a run for life unsure of turning back home was definitely a terrifying night to be remembered for the rest of my life. I was taking shower when this near death call rang me out of my bathroom and right out of my house. 

 Noticing panic stricken parents consoling their children who were wailing hard with tremor written large over their cute small faces was what pained me the most because the sight made me extremely miss my parents too. Hearing them was out of question as all mobile lines were faltering. The network bars in my cell didn’t show.    

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath after zooming the car to the big spacious parking lot few meters away from the block we lived and surely away from any standing objects as I vividly remember reading somewhere that ‘earthquake doesn’t kill but infrastructure does’. I could see rest of them pulling up their cars next in line to ours discreetly releasing themselves from the aura of the horrific near death experience while ago.

 At that particular moment, no doubt , the thought of experiencing death so closely had completely shuddered everyone and alike every disrupted soul at that hour I too felt my eyes welling up for the mere realization of having come face to face with our own mortality.

Call me a baby here but I found myself sobbing over this imagination of dying without remembering the last I saw my parents or the last I told them I longed to see them. It was 3 am in the morning, 8 hours past the tremor, yet it was like it had just begun as several things started to sink into my mind……

To be contd..