of the lightning and then the thunder and before the sound of this thunder dies, another thunder.
Black clouds no ships near by , no sign of land, no light. At this very moment just imagine his thoughts, he would not be thinking of god,his hope rises and falls with the boat. Every time the boat reaches the top of the wave a cycle ends and again it plunges deep and he just thinks whether this thing will rise again. Every moment then is a struggle, a hope that rises and again rises and then he makes it . He comes back alive and stories are told. He laughs with his family and his son becomes a hero among his peers.
I don’t know why but this thought always comes to be one of them.