Yesterday while having a late lazy Sunday morning tea, I asked Betu to go and get the newspaper from the verandah. He went out side and as he was walking back in with the newspaper, he was peering intently in the newspaper. As he reached near me he said something which shook me completely and for a long time. He said "Mumma koi mar gaya hai" (someone has died) with a very concerned, upset and sad expression. I was too shocked at his statement to say anything and took the newspaper from him while hubby tried to distract him by taking him in the kitchen. He was totally out of words too on hearing this from Betu.
I looked at the newspaper to see a picture of 2 dead bodies, of a man and a woman, in front of some fruit shops with blood all around them. All the front pages of the newspapers since saturday have been filled with news items of the blasts that happened in Bangalore and Ahemdabad. It churned my stomach to see that the impact of such blasts has reached to the minds of such little kids as well. My son was a live example for me. There must be other children also who would have reacted the same way as Anirudh did.
I'm sure this is something which I and other parents would have been trying hard to protect our children from. From such cruel, gruesome world which inflicts so much pain into the lives of innocent people. It truly has been a battle for me to keep him away from all this but for the first time yesterday I felt I lost.
I don't have anything to add about the blasts per se. Coz I feel the same way everytime it happens. I hope the ants eat these people who plan and do such things bit by bit giving them a slow and painful death. They should die the most horrible death than they could have ever imagined. And I feel no remorse in saying these words and wishing ill towards them.