Three weeks have passed and the city (where I was living just six months ago) has returned to normalcy, they say. Much has been written about the despicable and terrifying ordeal that Mumbai and its people were once again subjected to. I’m listing some of the views which resonated with me.
An Angry Moslem
As for me, I’m ashamed of my identity at two levels. As a Human Being and as a Moslem.
A day after the ordeal ended, I watched the lovely Irish musical film, Once and felt better. The fact that the same species which can take so many innocent lives has the ability to create something so delicate & beautiful amazes me. It also fills me with hope for us and the world.ps: thats the now wounded Taj Mahal Hotel from a 1903 postcard