Whatever we say in contradiction, we are all Romantics at heart…. Where else would we get this absurd idea that we have the great ability to move on through all the thick and thins of the terrors of life in the modern world?
Talking not of the entire world but only of… perhaps the big bags and small pockets of urban and rural India where life comes to a standstill for a moment and then the machines starts again except for the few families who are directly affected. This, until the next attack includes another mass to the list of traumatised families. Well, but life goes on for the others. There is work and pleasure to deal with. The next day starts and ends in a flurry of bosses, desks, chairs, then movies, dinners and oh! (how can I forget?) parties!
What happened to the loss and memory of the last day? Is it a part of History? It wasn’t that long… we cannot start a story with “Once upon a time…” when it was only yesterday. Still that is exactly what we are doing. Are we really that insensitive or have we become an escapist nation who run away from the unpleasant, rather than facing it?
Some allege it is the life-force of the nation(especially some parts of it)that lets the spirit take over. Or maybe we are such die-hard romantics that we believe in the core of our hearts that despite all the altercations this is actually the ideal universe (distorted slightly)… and hence everything magically cures itself and wakes up the next morning with a smiling, if not happy, face.
//meghanka
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