Rain, blood and sirens
Dilip D’Souza, one of the foremost freelance journalist of the city, has a very interesting and telling piece in the aftermath of the bomb blasts. Dilip writes regularly at DCUBED, and is a good friend personally and of Metroblogging Mumbai.
In the city of bomb attacks on sardine-packed trains, it’s the morning after. The palms sway in the sea breeze, the sun is breaking through the gray clouds, and I am writing this in a car as we drive across town, remembering Tuesday night. For the first time in a while, there’s no rain and I don’t hear any sirens. For hours Tuesday, that’s all I heard, all I felt. Rain, sirens.
Continue reading the entire piece at Salon
I am a first time user of a blog. So I am not sure how it works or how am i supposed to use it.However I wish to condemn the blasts and promise that as a military officer one day I will succeed in wiping enemies of human race from the face of the Earth
I am a first time user of a blog. So I am not sure how it works or how am i supposed to use it.However I wish to condemn the blasts and promise that as a military officer one day I will succeed in wiping enemies of human race from the face of the Earth