Kolkata, the city of Joy, has always embraced its guests, welcomed festivities from different corners of the world like their own and has been a harbor to smiles and laughs since long but the face stands changed today.

 2:00p.m. 20th May. A cool breeze is blowing outside, the trees are swaying themselves with the wind and the ripe mangoes outside my window are instigating my taste buds. 'After all, this is not the first cyclone here',I told my mother,sitting right beside me. The sky is covered by brumous clouds and there is hardly any sunlight peeping through. My brother who happens to be an young lad of 15 years, had always waited impatiently in the past expecting an adventure to follow the gusty winds but was always put down by nature. So he is indifferent today, blithely enjoying the cool winds which have come as a respite to the sweltering heat. 'Nothing has happened, nothing will happen.',came his flippant remark. As the hours are passing, the wind intensifies and has started grumbling like an angry beer. The trees, as if frightened and petrified are duly following her orders and singing in percussion . The...