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Seems to be over...

We (my buddy and me) stayed up whole night, glued to the tv set, surfing all the news channels to catch any new update. Finally sometime before 9am the NSG and the other police force were seen casually strolling with mobile phones in there hands and a smile on there face. Operation Cyclone at the Taj was finally over with the last of the terrorists being gunned down (hopefully the last one).

But it has left several wounds which will never heal or will take a long time to heal. The young Major Unnikrishnan, the Rabbi's orphan infant, ATS chief Hemant Karkare, encounter specialist Salaskar, young Gautam (a trainee at Taj)... all these faces will be difficult to forget.

And many memories of times spent with friends all over the area which is covered with rubble and blood now...

I remember...

  • the first treat i gave to my friends from my own money was at Leopold Cafe.
  • sitting on the cemented seat at the gate way and counting the number of floors in the new Taj Hotel.
  • strolling in the Taj lobby and looking into the adjoining shops and boutiques and wondering how expensive each item would be.
  • leaning on the wall lining the sea, facing the Taj and chatting with friends at 2am at night till urged by the police to leave.
  • walking through almost the whole of Colaba market looking for an electric-shop to buy an adaptor.
  • going to Regal for a 9:45 show of a movie i had already seen twice.
  • rushing to Barista at 12:30am on Diwali night just to have a cup of coffee.

Don't know whether things will be the same some day...

For now all of us can rest a little because a few of the brave souls have laid there lives in the process of protecting us. I want to tell their families that all of us, citizens of this country are joining in their grief. May their soul rest in peace. Their sacrifice won't be forgotten.


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