Within seconds the roadway disappeared beneath the churning slush below. Trees were no longer visible, except for feeble green branches peeking above monsoon swirls. Our bus careened down the narrow roadway, curving both directions as the earth crumbled into the morass of terrifying waves. Locals rushed to one side, assessing the danger, chattering loudly in an unfamiliar dialect. My breathing stopped as I silently willed them to remain seated, to balance the vehicle and increase survival chances. I thought of home, what brought me here, and who would know what became of me if we fell into the crashing waters below.
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