The floods taught me more than something ever did
Our morning meeting started with the prayer. Then I asked two simple questions. "Who has experienced a flood?" A few hands went up. "Who knows swimming?" Again, a few hands. Everyone was wondering where I was going with this. So I told them a story. I know swimming. And I have experienced two major floods. Not once, but in two consecutive years. 2005 and 2006. The first flood It was a Sunday morning in June'2005. I was serving my notice period. Water started collecting on the colony roads. Nothing unusual. It had happened before. But this time, it didn't stop. Soon it reached our doorstep. Then it entered the house. Two of my friends with their families were at our home. The children were enjoying the rising water. Every few minutes they became more excited. Finally, we decided to move out. On the main road, people were happily standing in knee-deep water. Some were even washing their vehicles as if it were a picnic. We reached the temple outside the townshi...