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Rainbow in the Sky

Daily Prompt: Roy G Biv
Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow – red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.

This is a true story.

There was shouting from outside, “Come out.”
Different voices, all calling with the same urgency, “Are you hearing? Come out, it’s not safe.”

It was cold. I was wondering why they wanted me outside. At that moment everything started shaking violently around me. The earthquake was so sudden.

I was huddled in a blanket on my bed. From there I slipped under the bed. I thought, it would keep me safe.

My elder brother came running inside, trying to see in the gloom where I was. He did shout, “She is not here.” He went running outside again.

He came back, “Where are you Sheen?”
I peeped at him, “Under the bed.”
“Come out,” and he tugged at me, pulling me. He picked me in his arms, while I was squirming, trying to get to my place of safety. It was no use trying.

He took me outside. Everybody stood at a safe distance from the house. They gave a collective sighof relief at seeing me.

Lightening had struck, and the upper roof had caught fire at the junction where the electric lines went inside the house.

Mother, grandma, aunty and we children watched with mouths agape, at the unbelievable scene. At that moment rain started and within a short time the fire estinguished. Everyone went inside, thankful at God’s mercy.

The rain stopped as quickly as it had started. Looking above, I saw a beautiful, wide rainbow hung across the sky.

Rainbow in the Sky


A Failed Rescue

Daily Prompt: Daring Do
Tell about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. What happened? How did you prevail?
Show BOLD.

This narrative is from the times when the children were still at home with us. (My husband and I)
Our city is prone to earthquakes. It probably lies on a fault line running beneath it. The house we were living at that moment was quite old.

It was night and we were sleeping. Suddenly our bed started swaying and we both woke up at the same time. While my husband ran barefoot to wake up our son, I went to our daughter’s room to wake her.

My dearest daughter sleeps like a dead person. She is impervious to any din you might make. You can’t wake her up when she sleeps.

She won’t sleep if there is a light on, or someone is talking even if she has been awake for twenty four hours. Any whisper will disturb her, but once she sleeps you can beat drums near her she won’t get up. You can shout, whatever you do, she won’t blink an eye. I don’t think any sound goes through and reaches the inner recesses of her brain.

So that’s what I faced. I kept shaking her and shouting at her, but she wouldn’t budge.

Meanwhile my husband and son were outside and kept telling us to get out.

I would take a step and then go right back to my daughter and tell her to wake up and come out. She was heavy for me and I couldn’t drag her out. She kept sleeping while I stood by her bedside undecided at what to do. The floor kept shaking. I was resigned to the fact that if the ceiling fell down I may conk out, but I couldn’t go outside while my daughter was sleeping inside.

Finally the earthquake stopped. Thank God nothing happened.

A Failed Rescue

My Own Ghost Story

My husband was posted to Quetta. We were living in a nice, spacious house. It was probably built in 1935, after the Great Earthquake, in which many people died. It had huge lawns in front, and towards the back were an orchard and a vegetable garden. The orchard had trees full of almonds, walnuts, white cherries ( white cherries, I am told, are very rare) and apples.

Both my children at that time were, nine and eleven. At one end of the house was their bedroom. One wall, facing towards a side of the front of the house, had large windows. My elder brother (an Army officer) came on a short course to Quetta. My children, sort off, looked to him grownup, so he suggested to us, to give them separate rooms. My son got shifted to a smaller room, towards the entrance of the house. My daughter, however remained in the existing room.

I woke up at night to see in the dark, Nola peering at me. I had a fright. “Why are you here?” I asked her. “Mama, I can’t sleep. There is someone in my room. I am frightened.” To which I replied, “How can there be someone? Go back to sleep in your own bed.” She wouldn’t budge and insisted she would sleep with me rather than sleeping in her room alone. So I let her sleep with us. Every night I would sit with her, till she went to sleep. When I was sure she was asleep, I would tip toe to our room. Twenty minutes later, she would be in our room, standing besides my side of the bed, begging to sleep with me. This went on for three days. In the end, my husband decided, that I should sleep with her for a week or so, till she adjusted to being alone in her room, and got over her fright.

The first night, both of us laid in our beds, (my bed was towards the window’s side) Nola was fast asleep within seconds. She probably felt secure in the knowledge, that with her mother beside her no harm could touch her. I had trouble sleeping. This always happens to me when I am sleeping in another bed than my own. Moonlight was streaming inside the bedroom. The minute I closed my eyes, I felt someone sitting beside me, staring at my face. It was such an eerie feeling, I opened my eyes, frightened. There was no one. After a few moments, I closed my eyes again. There was again that person staring at my face. I opened my eyes, there was no one. This went on and in the end, I couldn’t close my eyes. I would dread the moment, that person would sit beside me. Sleep eluded me.

In the morning I told my husband, but he didn’t believe me. I stuck out in that room, along with my child, for a week. I would try to delude myself, that there was no one there, it was a figment of my imagination. The apparition was real. It was there beside me, every night. I couldn’t close my eyes the whole night, and I would remain awake. Finally, we shifted Nola’s bed to our bedroom. I closed the door to that bedroom, till the remaining of our stay there.

Years later, a lady visited me. She had stayed in the same house as ourselves. I mentioned what happened to us. She told me that we were lucky people, as nothing happened to us. She and her family only lasted a month in that house. They were frightened to death, and same was the case with other people.

All of us, said our five prayers regularly. We were spared any frightening experience. We were under the protection of God, that’s why nothing could touch us during our stay of over three years there.