The air is thick with the smell of gun powder … The broken pieces of chandeliers of the lavish ballrooms, glitter amidst the pile of debris which bears a mocking silence for the curious onlookers… Taj, the hub of luxury for the rich n famous is now haunted by a stench of the casualties....All that remains is a bitter , burnt reality …
In Jerusalem, Moshe's deafening scream breaks the silence of the funeral prayer...This two year old desperately cries for his mother who lies mutilated in a coffin ready for the last rites...
In India, the civilians and the armed forces pay their last homage to the respected martyrs. But far away from all this in a different part of the world…A mother sheds a few drops of helpless tears…She has lost her son…who was not a martyr but a Jihadi….The smoke bellows from her kitchen roof and kisses the pristine blue sky...Life goes on till another blast...a strange silence prevails till another BOOOOOM!!
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