I was filled with excitement as
we climbed up the volcanic mountain. We were climbing up the Barren Island,
India’s only active volcano. After my sixth standard examinations my family (my
parents, brother and me) had come to the Andaman and Nicobar islands for a
trip. The only way to reach Barren Island, which is around three hundred
kilometers from port Blair, is by a two day journey and I was so seasick, I
delayed our tour for a day. We were not the only ones climbing the volcano.
There were around a hundred more people trekking, climbing from different parts
of the wide volcano. There were also two hundred people just sitting near the
volcano’s foot and taking selfies with the volcanic mountain in the backdrop.
By far, we were ahead of all
the groups who were scaling the mountain. I wanted to have the peak all to
myself before the others came. After an hour of climbing we reached the peak.
We were the first to reach the peak and the crater was empty. The surface felt
hot but our guide said that the surface around the peak was always hot. I took
a selfie with my mother, the volcano’s crater in the background. When I took
the mobile to see how the picture was, I felt something was unusual. I zoomed
in when I saw small, minute patches of red. When I showed it to my father, he
said that he couldn’t see anything. I zoomed in again but this time I couldn’t
see anything.
I thought that I had imagined
it and I turned behind to see one of the most beautiful scenery I had ever
seen comprising of the deep, almost transparent, blue sea, the clouds, as white
as snow, which were hovering just a few hundred feet above. Then I turned
around t0 see that there were already around fifty people who were within fifty
feet radius. They were taking pictures, chatting and the guides who were
pouring out all the information they had learnt by heart (which I figured out
as all of them were saying just the same thing with a gap of around six or
seven seconds).
Then, with a small tremble, the
volcano all of a sudden blew out a puff of smoke which made all of us gape and
several of the tourists screamed. The rest, who were busy in photography,
turned back to see what caused the sudden change in sound. There was one more
tremble which sent out a larger and darker puff of smoke. The guides who were
telling the people not to worry suddenly went dumbstruck at seeing the new puff
of smoke. I felt the surface grow hot. I peeped into the volcano to see hot
magma before a third smoke cloud made my spectacles fall into the volcano.
Then things turned worse. The
surface was as hot as burning metal. People were running down the volcano and a
few tripped and rolled to the foot of the volcano and taking a few others with
them into the sea. My mother grabbed my arm and pulled me, right when I was
walking towards the crater. Then to my horror, she suddenly slipped and fell,
taking my family hurtling down, to the side opposite to where the boats were. A
man who was close by tried to help me but instead fell into the crater.. I was
filled with guilt as he lost his life trying to save me. His spectacles lay on
the surface sliding down the slope. Since I was unable to see clearly, I took
his spectacles which were godsend and wore it. The power of the spectacles was
higher than what I usually wore so the vision was poor, yet better than wearing
none. I started to climb down and search for my family. On the sea, there were
around hundred boats so my aim was to get to the boats with my family.
I searched for my mother
everywhere as I continued to climb down. Then I spotted her, on the other side
of the volcano with my family. I ran to them as fast as I could. Then I heard
the volcano explode. The sound almost made me deaf. What I saw was indescribable.
It was a double mushroom cloud, in the colours of red, orange, black, grey
and white. It started to rain rocks everywhere. Lava overflowed from the crater
almost as fast as water. Suddenly a rock in the size of a cricket ball, hit me
on my spine. I fell, rolling on the ground. I had almost reached my parents.
Clutching my spine and wondering why they were moving so slowly while I ran at
my top speed.
When I thought I was a few
meters away, a rock which was in the
size
of a rugby ball landed on my foot. Pain shot through my body like a bullet and
I rolled over, to the place where I thought my parents were standing, clutching
my foot. A pair of hands grabbed me and took me somewhere. I opened my eyes and
saw my parents looking
anxiously at me. My mother said, “We are in a cave under the volcano to shield ourselves
from the explosion. We have a boat which we will use to leave this island after
the explosions stop.” My father pointed towards the boat in the sea which was
right in front of the entrance of the cave.
Minutes later, rock, ash and lava fell on the platform
in front of us. It felt like hours since the explosion had taken place. We were
wearing our life jackets which we wore during our journey to the island, when
suddenly huge chunks of burning rocks
fell on the boat and sank it. After a few seconds of waiting, the pieces of
rock gradually decreased, and after some time it stopped completely. We ran out
of the cave and I climbed the volcano a little, and spotted another group of
people pushing a boat out of another cave. We ran with all our might but my
broken foot slowed us down.
Suddenly out of the blue there was the second
explosion! My eyes were filled with terror as this explosion was twice the size of
the previous one with three huge mushroom shaped clouds. We ran towards the
people who were now pushing the boat on the water. My parents shouted at them
to wait for us. That was when I realized that my brother was not there with us.
I asked my mother about him but I knew the answer before she could reply. Tears
rolled out of her eyes.
The boat was waiting for us. We
had reached it within ten seconds of the explosion. I sent my parents to board
the boat before me. A rock fell into
the sea just ahead of us which rocked the boat forward. I tried to jump into
the boat but missed it due to my broken leg. I swam ahead and held onto the
boat. My father and one more person pulled me up but someone switched on the
motor. The boat moved ahead a few meters before someone stopped it. I swam
farther and by now the water was deep but due to the lifejacket I managed to
remain afloat.
Just then a huge burning rock fell on me and burnt a
huge hole in my life jacket and penetrated further to burn my skin. Then I
couldn’t move. My mother was crying and I began to lose consciousness and things
started to turn black. “Move the boat, he’s dead”, someone shouted. I forced my
eyes open and swam under water as I heard the boat’s engine revving and the
boat moved ahead. The life jacket pulled me back up and so I unstrapped it and
swam below. All the rocks fell in the water with great splashes but were slowed
down due to the water and were harmless by the time they reached me.
Unsure of whether the explosion had ended, I swam up,
as I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. I held on to my life jacket, half torn
apart and half burnt and came up. I took a long breath and went underwater
again, bobbing up and down, coming up for breath, going down again. When
finally the explosion seemed to have stopped, I slowly swam back to the island.
In a few hours there would be geologists here to see what damage has been done
and I would be saved. I drifted off to sleep and when I woke up I was in a
hospital, my mother beside me holding my hand and my father smiling at my tired
face. Apparently, my mother had fought and convinced the boat driver to turn
and come back for me.
The nightmare was finally over!