Terror Strike: An appeal

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It was just another evening out with friends. My phone rings. Mom calling. It's her regular call to check whether I am home safely. NO. This one is a panic call.

She saw what happened in Mumbai on TV and wanted me to rush home ASAP.

What started last night is not history yet. It can never be history. As I watch the TV screen with reporters trying their best to get the viewers the latest... I am forced to see beyond present. No am not talking about the natural fall out of the terror attack- no trading on Dalal Street, adverse effect on tourism and FIIs, loop holes in intelligence etc. This time I am looking at a more drastic fall out.

I am scared. Terror has set in. I am scared to walk into a mall, I want to leave the station and crowed places as soon as I can, I think twice before entering a movie hall. I am broken. I have no spirit left in me. I am a common man. Let me lead a common life. Let me meet a common death. Don't reduce my life to a mere statistic in the overall death toll.

A friend called up to enquire if everything was ok. I didn't know the answer. If I can be mean and say none of my family and friend's hurt.

But someone is hurt...
Someone is dead...
Someone is sitting at gun point...
Someone will die...
It's not ok...
Nothing is OK.

I am angry... but I am scared to express my anger any more. I have given up. I kneel, I bow, I break, I loose, I beg... let me lead a normal life... a common life. I just want peace... at any cost. Now I don't care how. I want a safer tomorrow. Please.