Sometimes they would throw a stick for their dog to fetch and
have a playful game of tug of war when he returned.
Ramakrishan was watching the tide. The tide had gone out farther
than he had ever seen it recede before. It made him uneasy. He heard
a noise coming from the far distance over the ocean. The distant
rumbling sound bothered him. He decided to climb the steep path to
the top of the hill behind their hut and take a look. As he climbed,
the strange noise from the sea grew louder. From the top of the hill
looking toward the sea, he could hardly believe what he was seeing.
A giant wave taller than the highest palm tree was swiftly rolling
towards his village. From the top of the hill he called down to his
wife, Sangreta, Sangreta, a tidal wave is coming grab the children
and run for your lives!
Sangreta dropped what she was doing and ran to the small children.
But here she had a agonizing choice to make. She had only two arms,
but there were three children. Because of the urgency in her
husbands voice, she knew she didnt have a moment to waste. She
gathered up the two youngest ones and told the oldest, Dinakren run
and follow me up the hill! Dinakren who had just turned seven years
old would have to flee for his life on his two own legs. She turned
and ran to the path that led up the hillside. Other villagers
alerted to the danger were running with them. Up she climbed,
panting for breath.
In the press of people she lost sight of Dinakren. Dinakren lost
sight of her too. Frightened, he turned and went back to the hut
with the dog at his heels. He was scared, and his home had always
been a safe place.