If we were having coffee I would tell you how sad I feel for the terrorist attacks in Paris. The news was on a loop throughout yesterday. 6 places attacked simultaneously. Terrorists spraying bullets on innocent victims at popular and crowded places, sounded just too familiar. In fact, a bit too familiar for comfort and I realized I was crying. It was eerily similar to the Mumbai terrorists attacks seven years ago. It also reminded me of the Mumbai train blasts 9 years ago where my husband had escaped. How many more of such ghastly attacks should a country endure? The immediate reaction was to blame a particular community. But then, aren’t they also the victim of the same terrorist agenda? How could we forget little 3 year old Aylan lying face down on a beach? Or the thousands of refugees walking 1000s of miles, mountains, cold weather and risking everything to reach an unknown place, which they feel will be better than their own familiar life they are leaving behind? The questions are too many and the answers not easy.
It was Diwali week and we had lot of fun. I had planned to write all about it. But, the mind is numb. I cannot think beyond the Paris attacks and how it will impact the refugee crisis. I pray for the victim’s families, and also for the refugees.