Random Thoughts Mumbai attack

As the cold winds, an indicator that December is in and Margazhi is around the corner, blow across my face from the window where I sit and write, i am put into a thinking mode. The terror attacks in Mumbai have nearly jolted the life out of me. I am not exaggerating a bit.

What else could I do, but sit in awe and disbelief as terror spread its ugly claw across the face of Mumbai.

What else could I do, but sit and watch the television as blood flowed and ambulances whizzed past the city carrying the dead and the nearly-dead.

Day 1 saw me aghast and abhorrent;
Day 2 saw me angry and tearful;
Day 3 lifeless and cold and Day 4 numb but relieved.

I have never seen a terrorist attack in my life and may be never I would. Nestled far away from the scene of crime in the cozy four walls of my house and pampered by serenity and peacefulness of the place I live in, I can do nothing but whine and wince.

Helpless I was, when the city I was born in, the city that has legacy of making the pauper into the prince, the city that never sleeps and the city that bustles despite the bombs was under a siege. The terrorist were indeed clever. They hit her hard. They hit her, what all along she thought was her strength. Her strength to embrace people!!! Which is why I guess she welcomed these men. Not knowing who they were and what plans they had.