In the dead of the night, along the eastern coast of the city of Chennai, the sea line that had receded further back into the ocean began to churn.
Like a slumbering beast that lay in wait to hunt its prey, intermittent growls came out from the depths of the ocean as the raging waves on the surface billowed in a furious spree. The waves boiled like simmering dry ice, collided against each other and began to rise in height, volume, magnitude, and momentum; like the breathing patterns of a prehistoric beast from the legends.
Guided by the lay of the land or in this case, the sea bed, the gravitation pull of the moon, and the constant quakes of a tectonic plate on mother earth's crust; like an immortal army charging forth to vanquish its foe, the billowing sea waves rushed forward.
