From My Diary - On The Most Tragic History Of Terror
Date : 28th November 2008 Time : 11:30 p.m - 12:23 p.m As I wrapped in warm under the blanket all that clouds my eyes right now is the Bollywood flick that raised brows with agony, fear and anger. My closed eyes picturises the agonized state of the innocent people. The father who wept bitterly on the death of his two innocent daughters clinging their pictures to his heart. How he would have wished to have them near him for a warmth of love. Then my mind sweeps to the two year old boy in the safe arms of his nanny... unknown of the tragic death of his parents and grandparents. If they were alive and breathing the group would have celebrated the child's birthday tomorrow. Soft music at the bedside try to make peace with my heart. It tells me, "Forget it. Its time to sleep. You have loads to do tomorrow." But my heart reaches out to the brave cops who sacrificed their life... and especially to their loving families they left behind. Little did they know that their husband, f...