The ruins of my dreams…
I will never ever be in a position to walk on the streets of dazzling streets of Colaba and NOT duck whenever a car breezes past me…
The city that made me, taught me how to dream, taught me to be me will never ever be the same anymore…
The happiness I felt has turned to terror and tears and it will make me watch my back whenever I would take that lazy stroll near Nariman Point…
The pain and anguish is there to stay in heart for I have heard the silent cries of many people…
The disgust will never die away as I watch the ruins of my beloved city over and over again…
I wish there was an answer…
I wish there was a reason…
I wish there was…
I wish…
I…
just pray sweetie…bombay WILL fight back and our city will be back to being beautiful again….have faith…
Exactly my thoughts since the last 3 days…. couldn’t get myself to write it down…. nostalgia used to strike leaving me with a lump in my throat… those carefree days until a few days ago when we used to hang around in town every now n then… will that ever be the same again… i ask myself?
its sad and i simply cannot fathom the truth…its disheartening…and i so hate it…
very true … very honest..
Except for that I dn’t think I can say anything else
Dreams, hopes and ambitions – all ruined. I absolutely hate this. Why can’t we go on with our normal lives without some fuckin retard killing innocent people!
@ Rishabh- If life could be this honest, if our govt could be this honest, if our world could be this honest….it would surely be a better place to live in…
@ Nikhil- Somewhere we have brought all this upon ourselves… with the lax in security and safety, our country is still busy pointing fingers at each other… when will atleast one person come ahead and take a stand against all this? why are we so helpless rite now