18th Sept 2011...a day that not one Sikkimese will forget...nor will the people of the nearly affected areas.It changed the whole way of how I used to look at things.Life is short...smile,live,b carefree but when it comes to your loved ones it doesn't remain carefree anymore...and for that matter not just your loved ones...your homeland.Somewhere down I always knew I loved my hometown and I was patriotic(but hadn't done anything worth proving it) but when something like this happens u actually know the intensity of the feelings u have towards things.6.8 on the richter scale they say and the epicentre in my own state...my family and friends all over the state...and me out here 2 (sumthing) thousand kms away wondering,worrying,trying to get a freaking connection through my mobile phone so I could breathe easy.All my frens away from home calling each other out of despair...voices cracking,looking for some peace in each others voice...so lost,so grave...the feeling was a total pain.Tears didn't stop streaming down my cheeks.After an hour or two we get in contact with our families...only to know they are out in the rain,cold and the pitch darkness.The scared voices of my kidbro n babysis numbs me for sometime...how I wish I was there for them when they needed me.After the call ...still nothings fine...stayed up watching news all night,the same news repeating but still didn't tire me out.The next day's gone...still the fear lingers on.Death toll rising minute by minute...I never thought this would happen to my Gangtok,my Sikkim...and makes me realise how much I love it.This particular incident amplified my emotions,doubled my fears ...made me fall in love more with the place that i belong :'( .
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