Mays are always hectic for East Indians. The unbearable heat sweetens fruits but drains out man's vitality. When clouds join hands up above, man almost cries for rain but the clouds are rarely kind. 

 Coronavirus hadn't spared lives but the lockdown made many sit at home and escape the cruel heat of nature. Amidst the scorching heat came the cloudy morning of 20th May 2020. The nation was still fighting the virus when a cyclone notification hanging like a sword all of a sudden. 

With the news channels almost shouting their lungs out, just to point out the position of the wind, thousands of hearts were beating rapidly. 

As the noon aproached, the wind gained a mightier form and a horrifying darkness crept in with it's invisible strides. The clock that hung on the wall danced with the tunes of wind and the huge tree gracing the landscape of my little window swayed liked the madwoman's hair. 

As the news confirmed the landfall of the monster we saw super strong winds uprooting trees and displacing sheds. The water of the bays hit the coats and broke boulders. The intensity of winds shown in these news channels started becoming unbelievable until the winds approached our premises in the evening. Lights and fans went off. The television became silent. 

The beast called darkness had groppled the earth. And rain covered everything that could be seen outside the window. The pallette of colours that I usually enjoy on opening windows were all covered with white rain. 

We closed our windows tight but through ths crack of ths broken glass of my kitchen window I could see the breathtaking intensity of rain and the vehemently shivering huge old tree. 

Suddenly there was an unusual silence. I tried tunning the radio and found out that the eye was passing. Within a blink of an eye the winds again became agitated. The noise the wind made was like the sound effects of horror movies. 

Every crevice of the house delivered a sound which nobody can ever forget. A great thunder intervened and we heard a noise that shook our nerves. It was as if the sky had broken on our roofs.

We sat in the dark shaking with fear for about a couple of hours. Soon the strength of the wind walked towards a halt and the intensity of rain slowed down like a camel walking in a desert. 

We opened our windows to witness the fallen tree. A huge tree broke halfway and was almost uprooted. Looking like a sleeping witch it's hands spread hither and thither. As it fell over the small gate, the gate was crushed into pieces. 

With terrorizing reflections of nature we sat stunned till sleep invaded our senses.

The next morning came with notifications of only destruction. The footprints of demolition of the nature mirrored through the scenaries of the street. Broken trees, blocked roads, devastated cars, lampposts painted the landscape with loss and despair. Broken panes, windows scattered little crystalline pieces of glass everywhere. The nature was eerily silent with no rain, nor breeze. 

People dying, people crying, flooded spaces, electrified pools. Man's creations of metropolitan lying in pieces. The mercilessness of nature broke the pride of man. 

Although the picture was breathtakingly frightening, mankind didn't lose hope. Within a month everything was back to place. Maybe the end had initiated a new chapter!