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An extract from āWaveā ā A Memoir of Life after the Tsunami
An extract from āWaveā ā A Memoir of Life after the Tsunami Sonali Deraniyagala It was then she saw the wave. āOh my God, the seaās coming in.ā Thatās what she said. I looked behind me. It didnāt seem that remarkable. Or alarming. It was only the white curl of a big wave. But you couldnāt usually see breaking waves from our room. You hardly noticed the ocean at all. It was just a glint of blue above that wide spread of sand that sloped sharply down to the water. Now the froth of a wave had scaled up this slope and was nearing the tall conifers that were halfway between our room and the waterās edge, incongruous those trees in this lanscape of brittle thorny scrub. This was peculiar. I called out to Steve in the bathroom. āCome out, Steve, I want to show you something odd.ā I didnāt want him to miss this. I wanted him to come out quick before all this foam dissoved. āIn a minute,ā Steve muttered, with no intention of rushing out. Then there was more white froth. And more. Vik was sitting by the back door reading the first page of The Hobbit. I told him to shut that door. It was a glass door with four panels, and he closed each one, then came across the room and stood by me. He didnāt say anything, he didnāt ask me what was going on. The foam turned into waves. Waves leaping over the ridge where the beach ended. This was not normal. The sea never came this far in. Waves not receding or dissolving. Closer now. Brown and gray. Brown or gray. Waves rushing past the conifers and coming closer to our room. All these waves now, charging, churning. Suddenly furious. Suddenly menacing. āSteve, youāve got to come out. Now.ā Steve ran out of the bathroom, tying his sarong. He looked outside. We didnāt speak. I grabbed Vik and Malli, and we all ran out the front door. I was ahead of Steve. I held the boys each by the hand. āGive me one of them. Give me one of them,ā Steve shouted, reaching out. But I didnāt. That would have slowed us down. We had no time. We had to be fast. I knew that. But I didnāt know what I was fleeng from.
I didnāt stop for my parents. I didnāt stop to knock on the door of my parentsā room, which was next to ours, on the right as we ran out. I didnāt shout to warn them. I didnāt bang on their door and call them out. As I ran past, for a splintered second, I wondered if I should. But I couldnāt stop. It will stall us. We must keep running. I held the boys tight by their hands. We have to get out. We fled towards the driveway at the front of the hotel. The boys ran as fast as I did. They didnāt stumble or fall. They were barefoot, but they didnāt slow down because stones or thorns were hurting them. They didnāt say a word. Our feet were loud, though. I could hear them, slamming the ground. Ahead of us a jeep was moving, fast. Now it stopped. A safari jeep with open back and sides and a brown canvas hood. This jeep was waiting for us. We ran up to it. I flung Vikram into the back, and he landed facedown on the green corrugated-metal floor. Steve jumped in and picked him up. We were all inside now. Steve had Vik on his lap, I sat across from them with Mail on mine. A man was driving the jeep. I didnāt know who he was. Now I looked around me and nothing was unusual. No frothing waters here, only the hotel. It was all as it should be. The long rows of rooms with clay-tiled roofs, the terra-cotta floors of the open corridors, the dusty, orange-brown gravel driveway thick with wild cactus on both sides. All there. The waves must have receded, I thought. I hadnāt seen Orlantha run with us, but she must have done. She was in the jeep. Her parents had rushed out of their rooms as we came out of ours, and now her father, Anton, was with us too. Orlanthaās mother, Beulah, was hoisting hereself into the jeep and the driver revved the engine. The jeep jerked forward and she lost her grip, fell off. The driver didnāt see this. I told him to stop, I kept yelling to him that she had fallen out. But he kept going. Beulah lay on the driveway and looked up at us as we pulled away. She half- smiled, in confusion it seemed.
Anton leaned out the back to reach Beulah and drag her up. When he couldnāt, he jumped out. They were both lying on the gravel now, but I didnāt call out to the driver to wait for them. He was driving very fast. Heās right, I thought, we have to keep moving. Soon we will be away from the hotel. We were leaving my parents behind. I panicked now. If I had screamed at their door as we ran out, they could have run with us. āWe didnāt get Aachchi and seeya,ā I yelled to Steve. This made Vikram cry. Steve held on to him, clasping him to his chest. āAachchi and seeya will be okay, they will come later, they will come,ā Steve said. Vik stopped crying and snuggled into Steve. I was thankful for Steveās words, I was reassured. Steve is right. There are no waves now. Ma and Da, they will walk out of their room. We will get out of here first, and theyāll join us. I had an image of my father walking out of the hotel, there were puddles everywhere, he had his trousers rolled up. Iāll ring Ma on her mobile as soon as I get to a phone, I thought. We were nearing the end of the hotel driveway. We were about to turn left onto the dirt track that runs by the lagoon. Steve stared at the road ahead of us. He kept banging his heel on the floor of the jeep. Hurry up, get a move on. The jeep was in water then. Suddenly, all this water inside the jeep. Water sloshing over our knees. Where did this water come from? I didnāt see those waves get to us. This water must have burst out from beneath the ground. What is happening? The jeep moved forward slowly. I could hear its engine straining, snarling. We can drive through this water, I thought. We were tilting from side. The water rising now, filling the jeep. It came up to our chests. Steve and I lifted the boys as high as we could. Steve held Vik, I had Mal. Their faces above the water, the tops of their heads pressing against the jeepās canvas hood, our hands tight under their armpits. The jeep rocked. It was floating, the wheels no longer gripping the ground. We kept steadying ourselves on the seats. No one spoke. No one uttered a sound.
Then I saw Steveās face. Iād never seen him like that before. A sudden look of terror, eyes wide open, mouth agape. He saw something behind me that I couldnāt see. I didnāt have time to turn around and look. Because it turned over. The jeep turned over. On my side. Pain. That was all I could feel. Where am I? Something was crushing my chest. I am trapped under the jeep, I thought, I am being f lattened by it. I tried to push it away, I wanted to wriggle out.But it was too heavy, whatever was on me, the pain unrelenting in my chest. I wasnāt stuck under anything. I was moving, I could tell now. My body was curled up, I was spinning fast. Am I underwater? It didnāt feel like water, but it has to be, I thought. I was being dragged along, and my body was whipping backwards and forwards. I couldnāt stop myself. When at times my eyes opened, I couldnāt see water. Smoky and gray.
Then she noticed the wave. āOh my God, the seaās coming in.ā Thatās what she said. I looked back. It didnāt seem very special or scary. It was just the white top of a big wave. But you usually couldnāt see waves breaking from our room. You barely noticed the ocean at all. It was just a bit of blue above the wide stretch of sand that sloped sharply down to the water. Now the foam from a wave had climbed up this slope and was getting close to the tall trees that were halfway between our room and the waterās edge, those trees looked out of place in this landscape of dry thorny bushes. This was strange. I called out to Steve in the bathroom. āCome out, Steve, I want to show you something weird.ā I didnāt want him to miss this. I wanted him to come out quickly before all this foam disappeared. āIn a minute,ā Steve muttered, not planning to hurry out. Then there was more white foam. And more. Vik was sitting by the back door reading the first page of The Hobbit. I told him to close that door. It was a glass door with four panels, and he closed each one, then came across the room and stood by me. He didnāt say anything, he didnāt ask me what was happening. The foam turned into waves. Waves jumping over the ridge where the beach ended. This wasnāt normal. The sea never came this far in. Waves not going back or disappearing. Closer now. Brown and gray. Brown or gray. Waves rushing past the trees and coming closer to our room. All these waves now, charging, swirling. Suddenly angry. Suddenly threatening. āSteve, youāve got to come out. Now.ā Steve ran out of the bathroom, tying his sarong. He looked outside. We didnāt speak. I grabbed Vik and Malli, and we all ran out the front door. I was ahead of Steve. I held the boys each by the hand. āGive me one of them. Give me one of them,ā Steve shouted, reaching out. But I didnāt. That would have slowed us down. We had no time. We had to be fast. I knew that. But I didnāt know what I was running from. I didnāt stop for my parents. I didnāt stop to knock on the door of my parentsā room, which was next to ours, on the right as we ran out. I didnāt shout to warn them. I didnāt bang on their door and call them out. As I ran past, for a split second, I wondered if I should. But I couldnāt stop. It will slow us down. We must keep running. I held the boys tight by their hands. We have to get out. We ran towards the driveway at the front of the hotel. The boys ran as fast as I did. They didnāt trip or fall. They were barefoot, but they didnāt slow down because stones or thorns were hurting them. They didnāt say a word. Our feet were loud, though. I could hear them, hitting the ground. Ahead of us a jeep was moving, fast. Now it stopped. A safari jeep with an open back and sides and a brown canvas top. This jeep was waiting for us. We ran up to it. I threw Vikram into the back, and he landed facedown on the green metal floor. Steve jumped in and picked him up. We were all inside now. Steve had Vik on his lap, I sat across from them with Malli on mine. A man was driving the jeep. I didnāt know who he was. Now I looked around me and nothing was unusual. No foamy water here, only the hotel. It was all as it should be. The long rows of rooms with clay-tiled roofs, the terra-cotta floors of the open corridors, the dusty, orange-brown gravel driveway thick with wild cactus on both sides. All there. The waves must have gone back, I thought. I hadnāt seen Orlantha run with us, but she must have done. She was in the jeep. Her parents had rushed out of their rooms as we came out of ours, and now her father, Anton, was with us too. Orlanthaās mother, Beulah, was pulling herself into the jeep and the driver revved the engine. The jeep jerked forward and she lost her grip, fell off. The driver didnāt see this. I told him to stop, I kept yelling to him that she had fallen out. But he kept going. Beulah lay on the driveway and looked up at us as we pulled away. She half-smiled, in confusion it seemed. Anton leaned out the back to reach Beulah and pull her up. When he couldnāt, he jumped out. They were both lying on the gravel now, but I didnāt call out to the driver to wait for them. He was driving very fast. Heās right, I thought, we have to keep moving. Soon we will be away from the hotel. We were leaving my parents behind. I panicked now. If I had screamed at their door as we ran out, they could have run with us. āWe didnāt get Aachchi and seeya,ā I yelled to Steve. This made Vikram cry. Steve held on to him, hugging him to his chest. āAachchi and seeya will be okay, they will come later, they will come,ā Steve said. Vik stopped crying and snuggled into Steve. I was thankful for Steveās words, I was reassured. Steve is right. There are no waves now. Ma and Da, they will walk out of their room. We will get out of here first, and theyāll join us. I had an image of my father walking out of the hotel, there were puddles everywhere, he had his trousers rolled up. Iāll call Ma on her mobile as soon as I get to a phone, I thought. We were nearing the end of the hotel driveway. We were about to turn left onto the dirt track that runs by the lagoon. Steve stared at the road ahead of us. He kept banging his heel on the floor of the jeep. Hurry up, get a move on. The jeep was in water then. Suddenly, all this water inside the jeep. Water splashing over our knees. Where did this water come from? I didnāt see those waves get to us. This water must have burst out from beneath the ground. What is happening? The jeep moved forward slowly. I could hear its engine struggling, growling. We can drive through this water, I thought. We were tilting from side to side. The water rising now, filling the jeep. It came up to our chests. Steve and I lifted the boys as high as we could. Steve held Vik, I had Malli. Their faces above the water, the tops of their heads pressing against the jeepās canvas top, our hands tight under their armpits. The jeep rocked. It was floating, the wheels no longer gripping the ground. We kept steadying ourselves on the seats. No one spoke. No one made a sound. Then I saw Steveās face. Iād never seen him like that before. A sudden look of terror, eyes wide open, mouth open. He saw something behind me that I couldnāt see. I didnāt have time to turn around and look. Because it turned over. The jeep turned over. On my side. Pain. That was all I could feel. Where am I? Something was crushing my chest. I am trapped under the jeep, I thought, I am being flattened by it. I tried to push it away, I wanted to wriggle out. But it was too heavy, whatever was on me, the pain unrelenting in my chest. I wasnāt stuck under anything. I was moving, I could tell now. My body was curled up, I was spinning fast. Am I underwater? It didnāt feel like water, but it has to be, I thought. I was being dragged along, and my body was whipping back and forth. I couldnāt stop myself. When at times my eyes opened, I couldnāt see water. Smoky and gray.