The last few days have been a flood of emotions as we drank from the fire hose...watching live media show mindless lunatics mow down innocent people on streets we frequent, getting pertinent and accurate information over the internet from
strangers we had never met, detesting shrill hyperactive news anchors out to increase TRPs by creating panic over
airwaves...and as things got more personal...seeing restaurants I have eaten in go up in flames, wondering if the bag of RDX was discovered in the spot I park my car in during midnight meals at Bade Miyan, listening to my sister in law tell me that she can hear grenades going off a few streets down from where they live and finally, taking a detour past the war zone of Colaba causeway to pick my brother up once things had subsided. Though the family was safely at home that night, it was a constant effort to push to the background, the thought that it could easily have been some other night with a different personal outcome. It was to this spectrum that we added one more emotion tonight...the feeling of sorrow as we lit candles in the neighborhood park in honor of the fallen heroes who fought to save their city, my city...Mumbai...
