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The Great FallChitrangada Roy · 5 min read · 187 readsOn the day of its inauguration, a grand celebration was organized. A feast that saw the finest varieties of meat, wines and fruits being served and attended by the masses all garbed in glittering raiment, entertaining performances by talented and beautiful women who could almost rival the muses of heaven marked the revelry that day. Further, every citizen was gifted with a silver locket delicately engraved with the outlines of the amphitheater. The day would have gone down as the greatest celebratory day in the history of Atlantis for sure, had not fate intervened in an unlikely fashion. Night had drawn over the island. Most of the residents had retired for the day, the merrymaking of the day having exhausted them immensely. The weather had been perfectly fine throughout the day. Yet a sudden huge wave arose out of the sea. The guards, noticing it, began tolling the bells for alerting the city. However, the rogue wave, though gigantic was terribly quick. It had the appearance of a monster rising out of the water- fluid and a juggernaut. No amount of alerts could have saved the great Atlantis that day. The terrible wave struck big and strong, creating a water deluge that swept off almost everything. Many of the citizens had not even a notion of the danger that arrived and destroyed swiftly as they lay in peaceful slumbers. A handful of fortunate survivors, with nothing but only the clothes they had donned at the time escaped to the nearby nations. Thus came the end of Atlantis- a civilization that was meant to rise further. It was said that the Heavens had turned unhappy at the defilement of the people of Atlantis and had decided to punish them.” As Amina would finish yet another retelling of her tale, the atmosphere around her would be rife with suspense. The children would as if be sitting in a trance- perhaps imagining a huge monster of a wave gushing towards a sparkling city- which would only be broken after Baba would clear her throat, signifying the finale of her tale. And after each narration of the Great Fall of Atlantis, Baba would retire to her cottage and draw out an ancient silver locket etched with the outlines of an eloquent and splendid amphitheater, gazing at it wistfully. NoneAbstract