R.I.P(in memory of the victims of 13/02)

It’s a comfortable place to be in…the innocuousness of indifference…the complacenece of being bound by the shackles of a blinkered perspective….of being rooted in blissful ignorance….of being consumed by the banality of our immediate existence…. But when blood flows and lives are snuffed out with gay abandon by careless apathy are they just tales to be consumed from a third person perspective or are they worth ruminating over in an increasingly volatile world where the thin line between us and them is fast getting eroded ?Maybe such uncomfortable questions are best sidelined in favour of the assurance of everyday trivialities but how long before we pay due heed to the hackneyed times we live in?It’s indeed a small world…And it’s time we stood up and made ourselves count...and contributed towards healing the world in our own little way no matter how insignificant...for every long haul begins with a single step ...here’s to the resilience of the human spirit...for hatred and terror shall not bog us down...and we shall yet overcome.