It could have been just another ordinary day, unfolding an ordinary natural calamity, but this was the day when felonious and cunning exertions had reaped the whirlwind, prompting the following fall of meticulously built house of cards.
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Between the Devil and deep blue sea, the mighty Sun was horror-stricken and stowed behind the thundering clouds. Golden ray was sheathing the black clouds and it emerged as the eyes of angered God- capricious and fatal. Bolts were strangling the land with bare lightening, angered winds were furious and indigenously throwing the droplets in swirling strings. Blurred by the heavy storms, the aura around was so enraging that even healthy pair of eyes couldn't see sixteen feet across the street.
The ground was wet, muddy, sloppy, and of course, waiting for some over confident lad to climb it up, like an inexperienced mountaineer trying to climb up the rock to meet God himself. No one in their right frame of mind would have tried to walk on those paths, even though few differently shaped boxes could be seen on their wheels churning over the ground, trying to race out the mud behind them.
Looking a little upwards and farther across the ground at the end of street, an old rustic board, straight out of the dinosaur's era, was barely hanging itself against the tempest; something was written on it in which roughly translated to be a primary school from class Nursery to class eighth.
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Barren land- a tamarind tree - a old building, the world had progressed up to see wireless connectivity but the school was still in its nineteenth century getup, where underneath the tree you could see the black board, which might probably be strickened by the stormy winds to the ground. To the opposite of the tree, was a buzzing rusty bell with no rhythm of music, fighting against the thunder storms.
It was roughly Nine 'o'clock in the morning, yet somehow it felt like it was the darkest of the hour. This was the only school within fifteen kilometers of the radius where kids from all the nearby villages used to study. In that four room building, only three rooms were allocated as classroom and the fourth one was used by the principal and school teachers.
The entire session of one particular class was held either in corridor, over the roof or outside in the ground as the weather allow them to sit wherever possible. The structure of the building wasn't modernized, though the building wasn't that old.
It was a normal enactment for student to adjust during monsoon season for all the classes being shifted inside the structure of the building. All the children had to sit on the floor in organized manner because of limited chairs and tables, still few amongst them was imbecile enough to give a perfectionist the taste of irritation.
On this particular day, majority of the school children were absent. It was visible in the morning sky that this day wasn't going to be a dry one. Most of the children didn't need any excuse to not attend the school but rumbling sky seems to be a good reason to skip the school without being scolded. The students who chose to still go to school despite the rain were seen standing in the corridor, cheering over the rain, which was as expected as par the innocence of a still-growing kid.
Although, a peak of tension could be seen on the faces of the teachers that were present, as they were trying to manage the children, yelling on them to stay far from the pillar, outrage of hurled sky and exertion of rain could also be judged from that vagrant water, trying to climb up and shorten the distance of two feet between the mud and concrete floor of the corridor.
It was getting late and the rain was nowhere near the finish line. In fact, it was the opposite. Thunder was growing to be more threatening, like it was on a mission to drown everyone and everything. Water had covered the entire floor around and leveling up minute by minute. Teachers have tucked their trousers upwards. Half way through their legs and their knees were visible. Their calves were drained in the water and almost all the kids were half way through the drowning. Will they survive this?
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