“Help! Help!” Aditya yelled, his voice cracking under the strain. He tore a strip of red cloth from an old shirt, waving it frantically at the helicopters. He waved until his arms ached, shouting until his throat was sore, but the helicopters were focused elsewhere.
He had started feeling feverish too. His skin burned, and the intense humidity of the flooded house suffocated him, making it hard to breathe. Sweat dripped down his face, mixing with the endless rain that continued pouring in heavy sheets from the dark, stormy sky.