11/7

While my city grieves for its sudden loss and tries to cope, I distract myself by putting together a magnetic poem on the fridge.

Wedged between the bin and the door, I slave to put some words together; Mr R goes off to sleep, probably bemused by my sudden determination to make poetry at this hour. It's almost midnight.

Almost five hours since I heard the news about the blasts and I still can't get over it. I dare not switch the TV on, knowing I'll be confronted by the same images on NDTV, Star News and Rajdeep Sardesai on CNN. I think about those I know, who are safe and those I'm not sure of. And I keep thinking ' I could have been on one of those trains' (Not likely at that early hour, but still...)

Star News keeps harping on the 11/7 coincidence - 7 blasts in 11 minutes (now we know there were eight...but never mind).

I hope that nobody from my ex-work place was hurt. And I feel overwhelmed at the sheer numbers that have died.

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From Shoefie's blog, here's a link to this fantastic online effort to help MW's. This is what I call 'making a difference'. You rock, guys.

http://Mumbaihelp.blogspot.com