was minimal compared to the 100s of villages that were wiped off or thousands of people who died. We all love nature. Poets talk about their beauty and have articulated well about how it makes our heart dance to the blue sea waves dancing to the tunes of nature. It is always easy to describe beauty and dreams, but when reality slaps on our face, as in suddenly the sea recedes and then comes back with a wave which is 10 floor high and takes with it, men jogging on the sea beach, women sleeping, children playing, it’s a different story altogether. I pray for the well-being of the all those fortunate like us to be have alive and not 48