Wrath of the divine

There's little that can be said about the great floods of the North this time, except that it was most unexpected after a bout of blistering heat. Sure the showers provided the much-needed relief, but to the dismay of its receivers. What devastation. May the souls of all those who didn't survive the calamity rest in peace.

Having said that, I'd like to take your attention to the image below:


When news of the floods was broadcast last evening, this visual - among the many other visuals of buildings collapsing, temples being washed away, vehicles drowning - showed the only upright structure that was up to the neck in water, but didn't look like it was going to budge. I was struck - by awe - and kept gaping at this visual as if it had me in a trance. There seldom comes an opportunity where you can say you witnessed an act of God. There's something so stoic about this image (and the video), that makes you think that maybe, just maybe, this is one of those.

I couldn't help but notice the beauty amidst all the havoc. There is so much irony in the situation - large scale devastation accompanied by loss and sorrow juxtaposed against the wish of every believer - to see God, experience his doing, get his blessing and live to tell your story after.

I think we all did.
It was like a sign that was not subtle at all. 


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