An open letter
to the BRAVE CITY OF MUMBAI.
I choose to
title this as RED. Red is a color we know stands for love, trust, strongest
bonds of friendships, passion and trust. How could someone not like RED? It is
omnipresent. It is within us and everywhere outside. RED is the color of Blood.
But I started to
hate RED on this day. The 26th of November. It has been a decade of me hating
RED. I was only eleven when I developed a hatred for the color RED. Let me
answer the arising question. WHY?
It's a decade of
horrific, terrible and unforgettable attacks of 26/11 on the brave city of
MUMBAI and of me hating the color RED. As a city, MUMBAI was popular across the
globe and well known for its color of unity, harmony, steadiness, love,
compassion and brotherhood. Probably the city that fulfilled dreams wished that
this was just a bad dream. Just another nightmare, that once it woke up from
this bad dream everything would be back to normal. That Mumbai would be alive
and kicking like always. But unfortunately, this was an alarming truth. Truth
in its horrible RED color form to Mumbai a city that usually bleeds blue
starting from the Arabian Sea to the Wankhede stadium and to its hovering clear
skies. But Mumbai was not just bleeding RED, it was everywhere outside on top
of lying dead bodies that never knew what was coming to them and why it was
happening to them. Death came in RED that day. It came to innocents, to
children, to women, to men, to doctors and to those who had sworn to protect my
country, all of them were bleeding RED.
I have read that
one should learn to forgive. But on all my breaths I would pray for punishment
and pray to the listening one that let there not be forgiveness to those who
caused this trauma to the great city and the people within its boundaries. All
those terrorists who were responsible for causing this trauma in Mumbai are
dead now. But GOD please let death not be their safe escape to the SINS they
have caused. Let there be justice. Justice in its finest form. Justice that
they deserve. I don't know if the concept of many births exists in reality. But
if it does TORTURE them to an epitome of TRAUMA in each of their births.
Let those sworn
to protect my country, the innocents and the Bravehearts find peace.
My kind homage
to all those who sacrificed themselves to safeguard us on that day and many
other days
