Whoosh! A Tornado...

"I was ambling on the walkway near my apartment. It was 10 pm. My body was aching from a gruelling Karate class, the only part of my body not paining was my nose. Now a nose is supposed to be very sensitive. Especially mine. I could sense something was in the air. In the distance, I could see sirens blaring. I am a bit hard of hearing, so I mistook the sirens for a police van. It was a cold night, dark and dank. There was no purpose in my walk, yet I was walking towards my department building. The torrential rains the evening before had generally dampened my spirit. But I was still walking, floating as if I was drawn to some strange source of power. The truth was, I was scared. I did not know what to do, neither was I trained to know what to do. I hastened to take shelter in my department. I was thirsty now, so I gulped some water from a fountain. Thirst quenched, I generally moved to my office. There was a biting, unpleasant feeling to the silence in the corridors. I did not move further. I decided to head back home. A car was honking. Honking is not allowed. I could see the vortex now. I started running, running fast, faster, and even more. I was slowly being sucked up the vortex, help me, help me!"

"dei yenthru da!", Tamil for "Get up, Man!", was the cry I immediately heard. I opened my eyes to make out the silhouette of my roommate. A dream! And a resolve to sleep with a pillow underneath my head...