I went to the Taj today.
I sat on the sea wall and cried.
I lit seven candles. One for each of the six friends I lost. One for the government.
May God bless the souls of those who perished.
December 1, 2008
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2 comments:
It takes great courage to write with such honesty. I will go to the Taj sometime this week. I am not prepared for what I will see.
I'm sorry about the friends you lost.
Those four days were among the worst I've ever witnessed. It changed my Mumbai, scarred its people, and was the deciding factor for me when it came to leaving journalism.
I was torn between attending to the city on a professional level and on a personal one. I went for the first candle light vigil on Marine Drive and it was one of the most beautiful sights I witnessed. I went back to the office, and told my ed I wanted to write about it and he said nobody cared about a candle light vigil and to just forget about a story. So I went back out and stood among the people, just as myself, just as a Mumbaiite.
I hope we never have to witness such large-scale loss again. Ever.
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