it doesnt hurt anymore.....

The cuckoo was singing in the background, on any normal day i would have traced the bird, i like finding out where the sound comes from..
Yesterday morning, something was amiss.The desire to turn around and find the bird wasnt there.The heart was uneasy, the mind just refused to light up.

The city was normal but there was unusual unease.As i walked towards my bus stop,the pavements was flooded with plastic and thermocol glasses.Glucose biscuit covers all over the place.That was all that was remeniscent of yesterday.

13 years ago,it seems so near....We had gone through it and yet again..I remember so vividly how i was deeply engrossed in my studies and suddenly the blast took place..a deafining sound....glass shattering...smoke....all i could think of was to get my mom out of the house..."run mom run...its a bomb"..i screamed and shouted..Loads of people were injured..almost one person in every house of my colony...Mumbai cried that day...weeped..
Bang!!!! next day we were back to normal...the world applauded us....India bowed down to us...
13 years later....I was in the office when i heard about the blasts on the TV...1...2...3..places...whats happening..Rajdeep Sardesai screaming at the top of the voice,how can anyone be so insenstive....damn it, its people dying not some mathematics lecture going on.

We rush to get our 7:20 bus, the bus is unusually packed,gloomy faces..all want to talk about it but none ready.Half-way through we meet with through the worst jams in the city.Had to get out at Parel....near to KEM..the roads were flooded with ambulance..the city was restless...the crowd too...fear,anger....one could have etched out the negative reactions in the face.Finally managed to get into BEST.The conductor told me point blankly, i dont know whether this bus will go.As soon as the bus started i realised i was lost..i had no clues in which part of Bombay i was,but the bus moved...and with a help of a friend(a blessing in disguise) finally managed to reach worli...and then the most heartening sight happened....
People were standing with glasses,offering water....i know you have heard this many times...but i have a point here...Almost everyone refused to drink it....and here i call it as a victory.....Even with rejections they persisted...trust me it isnt easy..one can be demotivated...but finally the public succumbed to it...
People in Bombay are aloof,they dont like strangers invading their private space...and to open that space and letting others in....is a victory....to an extent where the whole city becomes one.....is what i call character...and Bombay has that in abundance.

13 years ago,we were back to normal next day...this time too...but this time the scar was not so deep,we are getting used to it...it didnt hurt too much...Now as world and India mocks at our false spirit...we know its not easy...yet we did it...and with great character..