When you see blood everywhere around you, mangled bodies and limbs, clothes turned a muddy, murky brown which can distinctly be identified as dried blood, debris scattered all over like rocks on a sea floor, what will be your state of mind??
People crying on the drop of a hat, people calmly, stonily doing what has to be done. People reaching out and trying to grab whatever comes to them. Angry people, sobbing journalist, scared cops, lost politicians, busy laymen, and a shocked mass.
Commuters dead, people covering dead bodies and rushing the rest to a hospital, any hospital near-by or anywhere at all. Nerves. anger, fear, surprise, choas, havoc and blood. Among all this the only constant thing, BLOOD.
People’s blood, dying men, dead men, injured?? no much more. Beyond that. Even if you see it, its difficult to believe. Difficult to digest, and difficult to live with. Difficult to move on with.
And Mumbai moves on. Difficult or not, possible or not, Mumbai moves on.
Mad traffic on the road, random people offering lifts, men and women out to taxi people stranded on the roads, blood donations, water and food offered to anyone trying to get home and money being handed out to get people home.
People will not take the 6:00 train, they will not stay too long at Borivali, Jogeshwari, Mahim or Matunga stations, but they will get back to normal, in full force, to convince others just as much as to convince themselves.
Teenagers will return to school, and collegians will resume their work and project and make their way towards colleges. Ladies will reoccupy their government job chairs, uncles will restart tracking the sensex and children will question again. The fear will live on.
And the pride and unity of Mumbaikars has been underlined again, in a fat bld stroke.
No matter what, we will stand together, and stand tall.