It used to happen all the time, has been happening for many many years now. Each time it did, it shook you. Still, it was mostly a distant echo. You got affected but you heard so many of them that you also got immune to them a little and you learnt how to hide from them. Not anymore.
The sounds get nearer every day. No place is safe, no place a haven anymore. They are there in a restaurant on a summer evening where you had your lunch that very day. They are in that crowded train you used to take till some years back and most people you know still do. The sounds of horror and shrieks and blasts are there in the streets I walked as a teenager, the very streets where I zipped around on my two wheeler. No place is safe, no place a haven anymore. Today the blasts are on the roads which have seen peace and festivities for as many years as I can remember, the same streets where in recent years I have walked around showing S and my friends the beautiful sights and the rich feel of my city. The shop with the prettiest silver earrings, the one with the yummiest chaat and so on ... they are all on Breaking News today. The blasts are at the very doorstep of the temple my father has been praying at since HE was a teenager. I no longer know where and how to hide.
P.S. : Was looking through the million pictures I have taken of the place over years ... I love this one with the pigeons.
The sounds get nearer every day. No place is safe, no place a haven anymore. They are there in a restaurant on a summer evening where you had your lunch that very day. They are in that crowded train you used to take till some years back and most people you know still do. The sounds of horror and shrieks and blasts are there in the streets I walked as a teenager, the very streets where I zipped around on my two wheeler. No place is safe, no place a haven anymore. Today the blasts are on the roads which have seen peace and festivities for as many years as I can remember, the same streets where in recent years I have walked around showing S and my friends the beautiful sights and the rich feel of my city. The shop with the prettiest silver earrings, the one with the yummiest chaat and so on ... they are all on Breaking News today. The blasts are at the very doorstep of the temple my father has been praying at since HE was a teenager. I no longer know where and how to hide.
P.S. : Was looking through the million pictures I have taken of the place over years ... I love this one with the pigeons.
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Hey anonmymous, thanks for stopping by and for the kind words :)
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