I've spent most of the last two days following the twitter feed on #mumbai.
My head is spinning.
Its over, but such loss. A blogpal tells me of this young girl, the sole survivor from her 5-person family- they were celebrating a birthday. She is critical, in coma.
Read, too, about the disaster averted at the TOI.
Anger and then anguish and then...indifference? Until next time?
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it hurts too much to read..
I wish I could lift that young girl and bring her into my home..
I won't allow 'them' to bring hatred in my heart for I must feel for everyone that has just suffered such awful awful loss.
So so sad.
i still wonder...why? of all places, why there? why anywhere, i reckon...
where are we going, we humans who have taken the perfection given to us, and systematically destroyed it?
Painful.
It will be like it always was: An emptiness that slowly fills up with trite and daily normality. On one level.
But I think that this caused a basical rupture, for the large cities, for the society, for whole India.
mago- it will never be the same again. you are right- there is a before and an after.
hobo- yes.
quin- I was reading a review of a book on the psychology of terrorists. Clearly, our scales dont apply.
crusty- pray for her. please. and for young Moshe, his parents were murdered, hunted down for their faith. Why?
times like these bring back all those whys to the mind
i am feeling so bitter... all the time
crazy sounds a trite word at the moment, but it's all i'm left with. really. truly. crazy.
burf..I am re-reading the human interest stories, how people took on danger for utter strangers, am trying to keep the happy tourists in the bus in my mind
portia- so painful.what to do?
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