I was back in November 2008.
Terror had stricken Bombay. There were coordinated terrorist attacks at 12 places one after the other in my city. They began around 9 in the evening. I remember being awake the whole night watching one news channel after the other. I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to.
The attacks went on for 3 days until the police had it in control. My city bled for 3 continuous days along with my soul.
Yesterday, I woke up in the morning to a nightmare. I read about what had happened in Paris. It's chilling to know the horrifying things which had happened when I was sleeping. I could empathise with the people of Paris. Their home had been attacked. Just like mine had been attacked a few years ago. I know what they must be feeling right now. The city of lights had to face such darkness.
But what was amazing to see was the solidarity among the people of Paris. I know that people all over the world were suppourting them, which was amazing because in times like this we need to be together. But you see, we cry globally but we suffer locally. The sufferings which the city was going through and in that pain to show such power and strength was impeccable.
Killing innocents does not make anyone powerful. I loved how Paris didn't falter and how the whole world had come together to support the city. I bet those terrorists weren't expecting this. What they don't understand is that you can't kill love. Those people involved with such killings don't have compassion or love. In fact they lack so many things. The only things they posses is hatred and means spread violence. They think they are powerful. But deep down I know we are powerful ones.
