59 hours, and as I watch NDTV, I think 'I'm going to watch the Taj burn to the ground'. My heart is no longer thumping, tear ducts indifferent. Not a fire engine in sight. It's like the MidDay's can you spot the 6 differences. Wed pm/Thur am & Fri pm/Sat am. Well, the fire's moved from the top floor to the ground and first floors. Raging flames. Dense clouds of smoke. Flames licking their way across. The street in front is barren. Hang on. That's different.
Did I say I felt nothing? I lied. I can't bear to watch it anymore. But I can't seem to walk away either. Now, puny streams of water, like a forlorn silver medallist chasing the soaring flames. A body tumbles out of a window. How much longer can this go on? Why can't we end it?? If our governments had even a fraction of the determination of these terrorists, we'd be happily wallowing in an economic downturn. A howling stray steals the frame, echoing my sentiments. I'll bet he'd love to gnaw on slow roasted balls.
If they do bring the Taj down. I will capitulate. Enough is Enough: India's 9/11 it will be.
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