How easy it is for people to rip our lives apart, as we go on with our life, naïve, vulnerable. Is it that the next step we intend take has been consciously destined to be our last, does such a though ever occur to us?
Outside, the sky is blue, the pedestrians mill about in quotidian fashion, but at some level we know, that something lurks behind the façade that obscures the darkness so well.
The reality that we can be violated grotesquely tries to reveal itself to us, and yet we choose to remain oblivious to the fact.
The Delhi serial blasts confirmed our worst beliefs, the plangent effect they had on the lives of its citizens, is evident. For, we have been intruded upon, our city has been attacked, and the places we frequent have been subjected to destruction. Government, and legal jurisdiction aside, the thought that something bigger, more powerful can change the face of a city in such a short span is unnerving. Terrorist activities leave us all wondering about our control on mortality and above all, safety in the place we call home.
Perhaps, in the context of these events, freedom has a new meaning for all of us, maybe its time the nation comes together, keeping the caste, language, religion, and state barriers aside. It could be the time to declare our solidarity; it is the time to be one.