And then it happened...
The platform was quite, very quite. It was 6:00am on a Saturday morning; the bustle was just going to begin.
Seher looks at Smaysha with eyes saying - “don’t go”. Smaysha eyes promise to be back in few days. He presses her hand, she turns to him and he slowly gets down on his knees. He takes the ring out of his pocket and smiles. She gives him the most loving look and nods. He slowly slides the ring on her fingers, without a word spoken a new relation is born.
Sandhya waiting with her parents besides. She looks at Sagar coming from the nearby shop and smiles. He is carrying all possible food and fruit items available there and getting it for her. She is leaving for her delivery, in 2 months they will be blessed with a baby that will further strengthen their bond of love.
Smurti is the happiest person around. She has finally got the job she has been trying for a year. Her dream of being a fashion designer is finally going to materialise. The dream that she nurtured since she first saw the posters of beautiful actresses pasted all around her town. All she could think was how she could make them look even better.
Samay is standing with his heart filled with hope. Back home he has his wife and 5 kids waiting. Waiting for him to go to city, earn some money and come back with some food. All they have had in the last 4 days is some bread and water. He has not sold any dolls last week; he hopes to sell some at least few of them today.
Its 6:30 the bus starts to depart. Goodbye, good luck, see you soon, take care, love you, will miss you, hugs, kisses, blessings - are the few exchanges. Everyone gets settled in the bus, and it starts a journey filled with emotions. It goes few kilometres ahead and then it happened, a BLAST. None survived and nothing was ever the same again.
A relationship killed before it could mature. A life killed before it could be born. A dream killed before it could be lived. The sole bread earner killed before he could feed his family.
Someone will never know how it feels being married, someone will never know how it feels to hold a child’s hand, someone will never know how it feels to dream, someone will never know how it feels to have a good meal.
No religion, no god, no faith, no belief can reason killing innocent lives and shattering thousands of families. These marks and dents in people’s lives can never be forgotten and forgiven.
Seher looks at Smaysha with eyes saying - “don’t go”. Smaysha eyes promise to be back in few days. He presses her hand, she turns to him and he slowly gets down on his knees. He takes the ring out of his pocket and smiles. She gives him the most loving look and nods. He slowly slides the ring on her fingers, without a word spoken a new relation is born.
Sandhya waiting with her parents besides. She looks at Sagar coming from the nearby shop and smiles. He is carrying all possible food and fruit items available there and getting it for her. She is leaving for her delivery, in 2 months they will be blessed with a baby that will further strengthen their bond of love.
Smurti is the happiest person around. She has finally got the job she has been trying for a year. Her dream of being a fashion designer is finally going to materialise. The dream that she nurtured since she first saw the posters of beautiful actresses pasted all around her town. All she could think was how she could make them look even better.
Samay is standing with his heart filled with hope. Back home he has his wife and 5 kids waiting. Waiting for him to go to city, earn some money and come back with some food. All they have had in the last 4 days is some bread and water. He has not sold any dolls last week; he hopes to sell some at least few of them today.
Its 6:30 the bus starts to depart. Goodbye, good luck, see you soon, take care, love you, will miss you, hugs, kisses, blessings - are the few exchanges. Everyone gets settled in the bus, and it starts a journey filled with emotions. It goes few kilometres ahead and then it happened, a BLAST. None survived and nothing was ever the same again.
A relationship killed before it could mature. A life killed before it could be born. A dream killed before it could be lived. The sole bread earner killed before he could feed his family.
Someone will never know how it feels being married, someone will never know how it feels to hold a child’s hand, someone will never know how it feels to dream, someone will never know how it feels to have a good meal.
No religion, no god, no faith, no belief can reason killing innocent lives and shattering thousands of families. These marks and dents in people’s lives can never be forgotten and forgiven.
posted by Vinitha at 10:26 AM
4 Comments:
And the brain, motivation and commitment that goes into each such attack is immense. Only if they were channalised...
so true..
if only things were used in the way they should be .. we would have been way ahead of other countries in terms of development and prosperity .. these things pull us down to extremes and its too diff to get back on track..
if at all you have an access to today's New Indian Express...talks about how we need a war of ideas to deal with the war of terrorism.
I guess we as a whole have not yet realised the proportion of danger ahead of us.
Didnt get the chance to chk that, will try to get it.
i think an effective soluion is the need of the hour, it cannot be supressed it needs to be eliminated from the root. Thats the only way.
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