Human lives don’t mean much to these fanatics. But to me….I can’t bear to even read about someone losing someone’s loved one. 6:30 PM – right in the middle of a monsoon season, when the linear Mumbai Western line was abuzz with the regular commuters getting back from work eagerly looking forward to taking their evening sip of ‘chai’ leaning on their familiar walls or verandahs once they got home, as the wet fields that went past their window sights and as the grim reminders of the July floods from the previous year flashed across their eyes & minds, just imagine, that some of those innocent souls who had no thoughts of terrorism or death in their minds at that moment, just died the next moment. They burst into flames or their flesh was tattered in that devastating moment making their lives mean nothing, their dreams floored, the very meaning of their existence worthless and lividly making their loved ones’ lives miserable as long as they live.
Why? Above the hoods of Radical Islam, Fanaticism, Kashmiri militancy, Pakistani separitism and anything else, Can you, me and “them” just think humanely..for we are humans?
Is there a way out of this? Throw all the blame you can at governments, militants, terrorists and religious leaders. But can anyone do anything?