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