The monsoon wind swirled around the small hut hanging precariously on a mountain cliff. Another push by the roaring wind and the hut would plunge into the black torrents waiting hungrily below. Then we would be just specks of death washed ashore. It would have been better had it ended like that. But this was just the beginning of the end. Could I be obliterated from the leaves of history – just like that? Hadn’t I a mission to fail? I didn’t know it then, but I had been born to fulfil someone else’s destiny. To allow someone else to become God.
