Lump in my throat

27th, 28th 29th of last month October was a Diwali celebration time with bursting of crackers, happiness all around. A festival that is celebrated in our country united.
27th , 28th , 29th of this month November , India is united, but to the sounds of bursting…. of bombs, grenades , bullets….
These days will never be the same to India anymore. Every paper, channels are flashing the gory details on the attack on a country that is the world’s supreme in “Democracy”.
My country , My Motherland is under siege. Sounds more like an English movie, but this is crude reality that has just settled down in my mind that my country has been attacked in the most brutal way so far.
Tyrant waves of patriotism in my heart , at the same time a feeling of helplessness that I as a citizen of this country sitting at my home far away from Mumbai can only pray to God to save my people and my land. Glued to the TV, seeing many innocent lives lying astray, there is a lump in my throat rising within with each new clipping being shown.
What did the little baby of Rabbi ‘s family do, that the greatest calamity has struck their baby forever with the death of his parents, what did those hundred’s of innocent people do? Is killing and being killed the only solution? This is a question that pricks me each time I see terror across the Globe. Don’t these killers have families too?
Sure even their families would be mourning somewhere. Be it the death of our heroes, or be it the death of the terrorist of an unwanted land. This way of dying is the most painful.
All I can do like my million other comrades is to pray to the lord, to give strength to the “ Spirit of my Land” which is being tested time and again.
Praying to make this world a BETTER PLACE, ONE PLACE and a HAPPY PLACE to live for all