Have watched more TV news since Saturday afternoon than for the entire year. Have stared at the tiger-pouncing raging waters of the Bhagirathi, its color a dirty brown, angrily surging ahead. Have watched the shots of the
looking like a violent sea, breaching banks. Pushpavathi and Alaknanda swollen
to many times their earlier gentle- stream sizes. Of all the tourists and
pilgrims stranded on the highway for hours, stopped short by landslides. Hundreds rendered homeless in the cold. And
those buildings toppling over like a piece of wobbly jelly.
When nature stops us short, we are NOTHING.
A few more hours and I would have been there, trapped in that chaos.Thank you, Mister God.
Once again, I have been shielded, protected from havoc.