There comes a point when you run out of words. Yet another terror attack, yet another phase when we are scared of stepping out of our houses.
Well, I don’t know what to say, so I’m using other people’s words:
Very scary to think that the trains will be boarded again—or rather they already have— and there will continue to be the rush and an ill-equipped state machinery. Perhaps if we cut down the ridiculous Z-plus Black Cats for Priyanka Gandhi we could utilize the funds for those of us who need public transport and are ever in danger of losing our lives, either to the rickety buses we ride now to planned attacks. A friend of mine … was saying that this resolute spirit of Mumbaikars that is so feted and celebrated is actually nothing more than surviving each day. And if that means that one has been lucky to escape coming under the rails of the trains or being a victim of some crazed killer, so be it. Cynical….(Vineeta, friend and work colleague)