A letter to the cowards
It must have been pretty easy, in the dark of the night. To hide bombs with timers in ditches and scurry away into the darkness. Like rodents. And then sit back at your hole and wait for it to explode on unsuspecting people. Maybe you have that smug smile on your face knowing that you sent the city into a panic, and that two people, who did not affect your diseased existence in any way lost their lives just because they happened to be there. I don’t know what cause you are fighting for, or if you are mentally deranged, but I want you to die. A slow and painful death. Or worse, I want you to live and see everything you hold dear taken away from you one by one till you lose your sanity and plead death, only that it won’t come.
No, I am not a very forgiving person.
How dare you touch my city, Bangalore? Not touch, but try and molest it. The same city that probably gave you your daily bread, and a roof over your head. The same city where your neighbor probably smiled at you every morning and invited you for a cup of coffee or lent you the newspaper. Did you think of that neighbor and where he might be when those bombs went off? Did you even think of that neighbor’s kid that went off to school that morning, or did you plant a bomb near the kid’s school for special effects? What about your family, do they know what you have done, or are you too cowardly to even own up to them?
Or are you just the person carrying out some orders? Maybe given by a political bigwig so that he can take advantage of all the chaos. How does blood stained money look? How does the food you bought from it taste? Do you taste the blood of the victims in your rice, or are you so insensitive that the taste escapes your notice?
Who ever you are, whatever the motivation, you are still a rodent. Feeding on the toxic waste of the society. And one day, you will just be run over by the overwhelming movement of this very city. Because those very ordinary people will pick up their pieces and move on, and learn to live fearlessly again. And you will be left behind, alone, till you die. Maybe you will never be caught, but one day you will realize the horrors of what you have done. Maybe at least then, you will have the courage to take your own life and end this miserable existence. Or maybe, your own cowardice will let you down and you will suffer till yesterday and tomorrow blend into one meaningless emptiness.
Edited to add: After Bangalore, it was Ahmadabad. Only it was more horrifying. When will all this stop? When will people realize that it is their own properties they are destroying, the public resources they pay taxes for?
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