Picking up the pieces
They seem never-ending, stories about the Delhi serial blast victims. They are everywhere, in all newspapers. And while they can bog one's senses at a superficial level, if you read them and may be re-read them, as I've been doing, you invariably start grieving for them. Even then, I realised that while these stories speak of intense sorrow, they are all underlined with unimaginable courage. Courage the unaffected can't even begin to imagine. I've read stories about a 14-yr-old having lost his parents, a teenager left with just an 8-yr-old sister in the world, mothers and sisters not being informed of their sons' and brothers' death.
I read this story where a man went to a morgue to identify his brother's body four days after the blasts occurred. Before that, he couldn't muster enough courage to venture inside.
Instead of sympathising with them, if we could learn how to keep the faith as they are doing right now, we would be so much better human beings. It's one thing to say life moves on, that it never stops for anyone, and quite another thing to follow it.
And ya...there was another story about how a 22-year-old guy still wants to marry his 21-year-old fiancee, even after she was badly burnt and severely injured in the blast. They tie the knot on November 12.
I read this story where a man went to a morgue to identify his brother's body four days after the blasts occurred. Before that, he couldn't muster enough courage to venture inside.
Instead of sympathising with them, if we could learn how to keep the faith as they are doing right now, we would be so much better human beings. It's one thing to say life moves on, that it never stops for anyone, and quite another thing to follow it.
And ya...there was another story about how a 22-year-old guy still wants to marry his 21-year-old fiancee, even after she was badly burnt and severely injured in the blast. They tie the knot on November 12.