Stuck in the storm during way back home from office!

Yesterday was the usual evening I was heading back to home after work. On the midway I was rolling up on my bullet to embankment just before Eco Sapce belandoor, I saw the rubble and dust mixed with cloud in the sky. Down the flyover my bike entered in the freezing air. Slowly the rain drops begin to hit my galirs, and became a heavy rain and thunder in no time. I could feel each nerve in my head filling with blood. Sky becam black spreader the darkness. The buildings were hardly visible. By the time I passed the next flyover near Intel I felt a invisible force has slided my 200 kilos massive bike 2 fleets left to the road. It was pouring. Riders slowed down and stood beside the road. The thrust was so hard that most of the bikes parked beside, fell on the road. Only hand full two wheelers were on the rode now and I was one of them smelling the tore leafs, uprooted trees. I spotted a guy removing the cables stuck from his honda city which fell on it. The rode was full of rubble making harder to everyone to drive. Near the gas tunnel, after JP Morgan it's all open space where it was impossible for nobody to drive. The storm was in its youth. The roof, shades were flying in the sky and hitting the pedestrians and passerby. I could only see BMTC busse were running by then and rest all were stood running, finding out the safe shelters. 

I continued driving till home town but decided to drive slow and gave up when I felt something hitting my helmet rigorously. They were cold white stones which had stopped the entire traffic. I opted and struggled to take the service road and finally got one place with glass door enclosed bakery. Parked my bike and almost forgot to pull the keys back, and ran in, fully wet. I was shivering with cold. There was a freaky sound of stones, falling tin shades. This was the first time in my whole life I have experienced such a huge storm. I am sure the speed of it must be some where around 90 to 100 km an hr. The Bekary staff did not mind me in there though I was fully wet and drenching. It must be a small 12x20 shop holding 6 other people. One birthday candle and few mobile phones were the only source of light. One girl was trying to fold the her shattered umbrella which she could not manage and finally left it on one corner. I picked my backpack down to see if my Laptop and mobile phone are not watered. I yet asked one boy to give me a plastic cover to keep my gadgets safe. I was frightened and hungry. The flam of candle was strong enough to make va piece of crack visible. I asked for one and gulped it without seeing anywhere and ate like I have never had it before. I noticed a scary and disturbed girl speaking over a phone and crying. Later she told that the tin roof with POP false ceiling fell just after her and she was not able to come out from the trauma. She felt thrust of air on her face when the massive rubble dropped just inches after her. I was wiping the glass to see the disaster heppening outside on the road. Leafs were dropped from the trees in rows on medians. People were running hear and there. Roads turned in to the rivers of mud. A poor mother was holding a baby were asking for the price of a water bottle in the cake shop and finally managed to buy one. Every one under this roof was scared, confused and quite. There was no sound other then the thunder, and stones. Faces were cold like we all were waiting for death in the next moment. 

I wiped the glass door again and noticed the traffic is now rolling. I paid to staff for the peace of cake and decidedly walk out to drive back home to see my wife and some to who I already phoned that I a safe. Sound of my bike gave me confidence to drive back home with freaky and strange memories.