It is only now that I have realized how much I love this city.When I am sitting changing TV channels with nerveless hands, watching images of blood, gore and sorrow and witnessing Mumbai bleed.
Yesterday night, I did hear the sound of the blast in Vile Parle near the Express Highway,but dismissed it in my mind as the sound of a firecracker.It was only after I watched the news at around 11 that I recognized it for what it was.
Then followed the first selfish thought that all my dear ones are safe, followed by the agonizing realization that this thought would be alien to those who had not been so lucky.
And my beloved city?Shorn of peace,safety and the self-assured glamour personified by the Taj and the Oberoi?How many, many times will we take the 'Spirit of Mumbai' for granted ?
Yesterday night, I did hear the sound of the blast in Vile Parle near the Express Highway,but dismissed it in my mind as the sound of a firecracker.It was only after I watched the news at around 11 that I recognized it for what it was.
Then followed the first selfish thought that all my dear ones are safe, followed by the agonizing realization that this thought would be alien to those who had not been so lucky.
And my beloved city?Shorn of peace,safety and the self-assured glamour personified by the Taj and the Oberoi?How many, many times will we take the 'Spirit of Mumbai' for granted ?
