The winds are getting rougher and the rain is getting
harder. Cyclone Evan is much anticipated than not: in order that it comes and goes
away as quickly as it can.
Two days now I have been spending my time indoors looking
outside every second and very minute. Being a cyclone virgin is not helping my
state as it’s only making me more anxious than the rest. Sometimes I am
picturing the worse, something like my house would fall if the cyclone hits,
and at the same time I feel there is no harm in having a stroll outside.
The electricity is still running but might also be cut short
if things exacerbates. I have nothing to
do but ogle at my water stock and rations, planning every time I see them: how to
divide the stock between days and nights? Also being careful not to eat everything
away at once, since there is nothing much to do but eat.
I wonder if the office is open but don’t care
much to call and inquire. The cars are
heard to be in motion on the roads and I fathom I am the only coward stuck
inside the four walls of her house. But being an obedient girl like I always
have been, I am taking no chances to challenge the wrath of nature, and should rather resume to my writings now.
