Dramatic Monologue

The glazed tiles reflected on my tired eyes not allowing to be opened. I slowly started blinking, harmfully blinking my eyes to see where I am. I scrunched my eyes at the bright shining light of the operation theatre. Imagining what all I had gone through in the past hours, I felt relieved. Thanking god to keep me alive, and letting me save the lives of those innocent people who have suffered so much. The nurse approached me and inquired about my health.

It was more of a routine, and I was dragging myself to the extremely monotonous work in my life of sending the customers in the lobby. Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound created panic. A usual pollution caused by a row of crackers bursting, giving a feel to the marriage procession. Oh, what
What can it be? Is there fire? What is the cause of so much commotion?

In no time, everything was shaking with things thrown off everywhere.

It is now that I am alarmed. Surely there is something wrong. I peeped out of the lobby, finding colourfully dressed relatives running up and down the staircase. What a beautiful sight it was watching the colourfully dressed people overreact to the bursting of crackers.

After some time I realised that there was panic even in the lobby. This couldn't be a part of the marriage preparation! My heart felt as heavy as lead. People running here and there, everything shaking and lots of devastation. The ceiling above me cracked and the pillars were in a state to collapse any moment. I became numb not knowing what is going on. Things were strewn haphazardly. I sensed trouble, but my conscience did not permit me to run away from danger but be of help to my fellow beings.

Pacing along the passage, I sensed the magnitude of what was going on outside. A chill ran through my spine. The lights were flickering and all of a sudden went off. I rushed along the emergency lights but my attempt turned
The richly painted walls and the complex inscriptions depicting historical art were the only expensive things in our hotel which were also ruined. Numerous tiny houses fell like a pack of cards causing injury to its inmates. So furious had been the quake that the buildings in town uprooted its roofs, tearing up the trees coupled with wild ranges of the wind.

It was dark still, but there was enough light to watch by. The ground beneath my feet was solid. There were noises and deep structural groans. A shiver of cold ran through me, but my will power kept me firm. I was unable to figure out whether it was the collective cry of humans or was it an invitation of Lord Yama for me.

There were bloodshed and debris and dismantled things all over. I fell over, got to my feet. The need being too great, the hardest thing I could bear was the look in the eyes of tourists expecting help. I could not save everyone. The need was simply too great. The passage of night drew at me like some