... and the die hard step out for their morning walk. How can you not love this city? Auckland, Hong Kong, London, New York - we're all here, keeping vigil. The calm before the storm. It feels like the worst is over. Daylight does that. It's a beautiful building, the Taj, and the flames finally seem to be out. Dear God. I can hear the crows over the reporter. Infuriating, raucous, up all night scavengers. How can you possibly miss that sound?? There are over 100 people still in the building, possibly more. Near 50 hostages between the Cama hospital, Oberoi and Taj. Gunshots, reminiscent of diwali patakas, break the lull. The worst is yet to come.
Doel on chat - her closest friend's father, Hemant Karkare, Chief of the Anti Terrorist Squad, shot. A sense of the unreal, as a voice over the NDTV stream, flows over my shocked banality..."5 of Mumbai's most decorated policemen, dead. Hemant Karkare, Chief, ATS". Apparently, he believed in leading from the front. Shot 3 times in the chest. Take no prisoners. Eradicate the Deccan Mujahideen. It's the least we can do for him.
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