A City Awakens Again…

I felt a drop fall on me, as I walked out of the house. I looked up, and saw more. The heavens had opened up.

Mumbai, the business capital of India, a city that is bustling with crowds and vehicles, even a cow sometimes in the middle. When it rains heavily, the city sometimes goes under havoc. But today’s rain was just a light shower. It was just a few week back that this city was the centre of attention, of not just the country but the world. It was the day a blatant terror attack took place. A cruel and cowardly attack that claimed many an innocent life and brought the city to a standstill…

After three days of fighting the terrorists, we won. A handful of terrorists against many of our best soldiers from the special task force, and it took us three days. It showed a lack of preparedness but also helped ring alarms of security in the top level of the government. We won, but sacrificing their lives for our safety, were great men. Today they are no longer with us in body, but they always will be there by us in spirit. They will encourage us to fight during the toughest of times. I pray their souls rest in peace.

Today, the city is slowly getting back to its normal ways. As I walk in this evening rain, I can see people coming back from work. A café that was attacked that day is slowly but surely coming back into business. I can still see crowds in the streets, and that odd cow. I can still see some anxiety on people’s faces but I can also see a smile. I can see people who used to hate each other before, now helping each other out. I can see the people fighting for entering a bus, for even an inch on the footboard. Yes, slowly and surely, Mumbai is coming back to the way it was before.

It makes me think of a message I got back then. “Terrorists have managed to unite the country, something that the politicians did not succeed in”. Sad but true. It did unite the country. The rain, I feel, is the tears of the martyrs, who lost their lives defending us. But are they crying with joy or with sadness? It is something I have no answer to.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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