Earthquake!

I was enjoying a relaxing Friday evening watching Mad Men when all of a sudden the room started shaking. "What's happening I yelled as I quickly wrapped a scarf round my shoulders and slipped my leggings on under my dress (always the anthropologist making sure I am culturally appropriate, even in life and death situations!). I could hear screams and booms from doors opening then slamming closed could from the hotel hallway and so I ran out and down the spiraling staircase. I remember glimpses, like photos passing too quickly in slideshow, of women dressed in yellow, pink and gold and an employee carrying a naked baby. I gathered on the hotel steps with the other guests including a rather fat man who stood there on the dusty dirt road in his blue plaid boxer shorts and belly hanging over the loose elasticized waistband (he, unlike me, didn't bother taking the time to put more clothes on.) His face was a mixture of embarrassment and fear, the latter justifying the former. I was still unsure what exactly was happening: is it a bomb, an earthquake, is there more to come? Failing to find the Bangla words to ask these specific questions Greg, put his hands in the air and with a puzzling tilt of his head and asked the waiters (whom we have come to know quite well during our extended hotel stay) "What happened?" They kinda just laughed. We saw the manager of the hotel on his cell phone and waited to ask him; he said it was an earthquake, probably 6 on the Richter scale. He explained that we are situated right on a fault line here , 100 years ago there was a large devastating earthquake, and the last few year s they have been happening more frequently. "We are due for another big one", he said while laughing. Still scoffing, he said "Life is nothing." Thanks. I thought, for the comforting thoughts. I forced myself to eat dinner despite me loss of appetite and after packing an emergency bag in case another one hit that night, I surprisingly fell asleep quite easily dreaming of Don Draper in his boxer shorts.