26/11

Its 26/11 again... The date brings a familiar knot in my stomach, hoping it would be the last of its kind. It reduces many others to tears. It leaves some other in a void. A date that left the city of Mumbai completely shattered. A date that left India shattered.

Three years since, lets say :

A silent prayer for the brave hearts Mr Karkare, Mr Salaskar and other officers
A silent prayer for those hundreds of innocent lives lost
A silent prayer for the unknown soldiers who lost their lives
A silent prayer for all the families who lost their loved ones
A silent prayer for the Rabbi and his wife
A silent prayer for Baby Moshe

A silent thank you to the NSG
A silent thank you for the staff of the hospital who put their life at risk to save others
A silent thank you to the staff of various organisations who helped
A silent thank you to the announcer at CST for making that announcement
A silent thank you to the journalists, irrespective of whether what they did was right or not
A silent thank you to the people of Mumbai
A silent thank you to the people of India

Things might not have changed in the three years, but I am not writing  this  post to judge what has changed and what has not! Enough has been said about it already. I'm writing this post to say a small prayer to all those who have lost their lives and a big thank you who saved lives!! 

Thalassophobia

I admit, I have never been too much of a sea person. My mother tells me that my first experience with the sea was a traumatic one for me because till I saw the sea, the only water I had seen was the one running from the tap! I had never seen so much water in my life!! But as I grew up, I enjoyed watching the waves dancing their way to the sea shore. But December 26, 2004 changed that for me! I was never able to look at the sea as something wonderful again! Every time I saw it, I could only think of it as the monstrous sea that took several lives! Since then, I've always been scared of the waves.

I was in Pondicherry during 2005 Christmas and i refused to go anywhere close to the waters. Let alone the water, I refused to even step on the sands. Yes, the Tsunami has somewhere, left a terrible impact on me!

This trip to Orissa was very important to me. I decided to get over this fear of mine. It wasn't easy as with every growing wave, I had the urge to run! I had my mom with me and was clenching her hand till I learnt to relax and get somewhere close to enjoying the waters :)

Here's a picture of my endeavour :)