Stranded
That morning I was over the top, visiting my family after a whole year of hard work. Just holding the glistening boarding pass in my hands, among my fingers gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. “Oceanic 815” it said “From New York to Los Angeles”. Who would have thought that something so joyous would turn into something so perilous? Before I knew it we hit turbulence... And suddenly everything seemed hazy. Darkness hovered over my eyes. The last thing I can vaguely remember was the pilot trying to comfort his passengers by saying that the aviation control crew was trying its best to rescue us. All I remember after that was a ‘thud’ that marked our crash landing and that I lay unconscious. I finally woke up after…was it hours? Days? Months perhaps? I did not know and there was no way to find out. As I picked myself up and the vision cleared a tad the sight made me wish that I had never woken up. All I could see around me was sheer destruction. A hundred and eighty voya...