Back to normalcy is what the newspapers will read in a couple of days. It is so strange to think of it, that people die and they bleed to die, only so that the society, the city, the country goes back to being normal. We fight, we pray, we weep but at the end we move on, silencing the cries which once were heard loud and clear.
It is not that I have read about the first time about blasts, it is a regular feature for anyone who lives in India, but somehow I am compelled now to write; to at least give this space on my blog to the blasts which have rocked us again.
The blasts happened on a weekend, in a purely innocuous place and took lives of innocent people. I feel disgusted of the extremely pitiful situation we are in. Young and old, Indians and foreigners all of us are equally vulnerable. It is like staring at death in the each single moment that we live. Some people get lucky and some don't. It is surprising that our fundamentals have changed, changed to an extent that instead of celebrating life, we fear life, instead of condemning death, we just put a number to death. Pune blast toll reaches 11.