This story is about the day when the whole city of Mumbai (India) had drown in the floods.
I was staying back in my school after regular school hours for my secondary drawing classes. It started raining heavily. My friends and I were just about to leave when suddenly the side wall of my school compound just collapsed . People , both adults and kids got buried alive right there in front of my eyes. Not only did people die in front of me but my only way to home got blocked. Seeing this me and my friends ran back inside the school building. It started raining even more heavily and the whole of Mumbai started flooding . People started rushing home. My dad had just reached home and he heard the news of the wall collapsing. The phone networks were jammed and there was no way for any other sort of communication. The areas were so flooded , it was impossible even for the vehicles to move. My school is at a 20 mins walking distance from my home. In such flooded conditions where he could see dead bodies floating in the flooded water, people dying of electrocution , people getting stuck between the pipelines and other places, my dad left home to come to my school just to make sure that if I am okay. It took him two hours to reach my school, which was normally a 20 mins away.
And I can't even start to explain his trip on the way to school.
Call it a miracle or sheer determination, it was impossible for one to reach my school in those conditions and that was not it. As I said, my only way to home was blocked by the wall being collapsed.
My dad and some other adults stood on the other side, equipped with some tools and broke another part of the compound and entered their way into the school. When there were questions about his life and death , he didn't even hesitate a little and just to see if I was okay, did all of this. It was a heroic and really motivating act for me. And after that day whenever I feel like giving up , I think about that day.
If my dad had given up even a bit he wouldn't be with me anymore.
