After attending a church service where Ravi gave the sermon, we took a ride and then a stroll down the beach. We could almost see the waves hitting! The seashore was devoid of the houses and trees that once lined it. A graveyard was burried by sand and some graves had apparently been thrown open (we discovered a skull). At the seashore we met Veerasingham (literally translated to ‘Brave Lion’). His house was or rather had been at the seaside. On the 26th of December, he sat to watch a TV serial and looked out to see his grandchild play. A few minutes later he looked out to see his grandchild running away and then saw the wave coming. He ran out but after a few hundred meters, he got breathless and sat down to rest. The waves lifted him and took him to the trees where he was tossed between treetops till he manged to hold onto one. The wave came in and out and after almost an hour the water receded. He survived and so did the rest of his family but there was nothing left of his house. I wonder how he’d get back to life again. Just introduced to the many problems the people faced. I know the next 7 days will be filled with several more stories. …