This was December of 2004. The tsunami devastated Sri Lanka and many other countries that stood on the path of the angry sea. It was something people knew nothing of. The vengeance capabilities of nature that destroyed with such ferocity. People died and entire towns vanished. Washed by the waters that came and swept in huge waves that stood at time as tall as trees.
The aftermath was a tragedy no one knew how to cope with. Bodies floated to be collected and buried in common graves. Roofless houses silhouetted the beach-front, their broken walls and door less frames looked like skeleton sketches of an artist who had drawn in a hurry and forgotten to paint and complete. Fallen coconut trees with rotting leaves blocked the paths. No one to remove them, no one had a reason to walk amongst the ruins except to look for their lost loved ones. Everything and everyone got washed away by the waves, leaving in most cases no trace of their existence.