Wailing of a Banshee

I forgot to say the worst thing (ok one of the worst!) about the monsoon in Madikeri- the power failures. The winds as I said are terrible and invariably, a tree falls somewhere. The people at KPCL take off to God knows where and we go without power for days on end. It was worse when I was a kid. But going without power is nice, we end up living like in the ashrams of yore, without tv, just talking.
The power went yesterday. I wouldnt mind much except that my mobile has no charge and I hate that. I hate the fact that the prospect of switching off my mobile bothers me. I hate my attachment to that piece of metal.
The wind goes around the tower on Stewart Hill above my house and howls, so like a banshee. I love listening to its almost painful cry. I woke up at 3AM today and the howling was especially fierce. I had this feeling of living by the sea and thought about how horrible it must have been when the tsunami stuck. The thought failed to keep me awake though.