Life is one tough teacher that brings you every lesson, it wants you to learn. In this process and just keep shifting, and later all you had left is an imprint. Now reliving those moments across the sand of times, it can be great or a living hell. Right now I can’t pick up the end of my feeling; everything around me is just blurry, motions are abrupt and jerky, fear in the air is so thick and death; it's collecting the souls around me. I felt like I might throw up, for the van I was traveling in rocked, so did the ground. I closed my eyes and try to avoid looking outside. The tremors had moved the plates under the surface, shaken the mountains, caused sliding of heavy rocks at a few corners of the Chattar Plane road, leading to District Battagram. The road was damaged but still, it was good for us to keep going. We may have had a chance to reach there. I opened my eyes and risked a glance outside. The village across the river that I grew up watching every year I passed this ...