It all started when I was walking towards the beach from my home. Me, my mother, and some other family members. As I was gazing upon the sea, which I consider one of the beautiful sceneries of nature, I said to my mother that it is my dream to live in a house by the beach. I want to wake up every day to the sight of the horizon. It was my love of loneliness and passion for the sight of movement in mother nature that made such a dream take form in the right part of my brain.
My mother however was not pleased with this dream. At this point, she and I were arguing about the safety of the hypothetical dream. She was obviously frightened of disasters like tsunamis. While she was not wrong, it was highly unlikely that a tsunami will hit any part of southern India. Not that it hasn’t happened ever. The problem was that I was always fascinated with the idea of a tsunami. The sight of a giant wave moving towards you, while your whole life flashes before your eyes is quite eerie and fascinating. It was my love of suicide that made every natural calamity tempting for me. But tsunamis in particular were at top of that list since that way I could be near the ocean during my last breath.
After the argument ended (which she won) we went to our house, which was not far from the beach. Not house, it was more of a three-story building. From the terrace, the ocean can be seen. I was sitting on the terrace, chatting with my uncle and listening to the sound of the ocean. Suddenly that sound grew louder and louder. When I turned my head, I could see a giant wave coming towards the shore. It was huge. About 10 meters in height. It was still very far away from the shore when all my family members noticed it. I could see panic and devastation in their eyes. The feeling of ultimate horror. In contrast to them, I was very calm. I was also excited. In the right proportions. We immediately rushed downstairs. There was nowhere to go. It was humongous, like a monster. A very focused one. It couldn’t be avoided. Even if it was, we were not looking to avoid it. So we were just standing in the middle of the road, waiting for it to crush us to a pulp. It will be quick keeping in mind the size of the wave. To my amazement, the giant sea wave died down before it hit the shore. It was miraculous. As if something was hindering it’s movement towards the shore. As if it lacked the energy to destroy us. On our way to the terrace, we decided to be on the lookout for such waves. There was a jet plane that a couple of guys were trying to fly. Where that jet plane came from, I had no idea. I didn’t have any idea of where we were either. So that was not one of my concerns. I even doubted that a place like this exists. Weirdly enough, the people flying the jet plane ended up in the sea. They tried to fly it like a kite, just pushing it around. The jet was pointed towards us and it’s backside towards the ocean. At this point, a baby came from the ocean. I think it was surfing. And he/she pushed the plane from behind. Just a little bit. The engine started. The sound of the jet engine was competing against the sound of the ocean. Then the plane whooshed past us at incredible speed. The energy that it blasted on the ocean just before the takeoff was just the extra amount the ocean needed to carry out it’s desires. So, a giant wave formed again. This time it was triple the height and width. I was holding a pair of binoculars to my eyes when I saw the whole phenomenon. Everyone knew it was the end. When it touched our building, I woke up.