11 minutes of pain

As I write this I silently remember Terrible Tuesday and the pain it bought. Terror raised its ugly head once more devouring innocent lives who did not deserve to perish like this. Any human heart will reel in horror at the sheer viciousness of the attacks. But my question is are we all doing enough to stop such horrors from being replayed? I boarded a train home on the same line the very next day with scores of other people, exuding the famed 'spirit of mumbai'. For the longest 40 mins i have travelled for, i could smell the air choked with nervous apprehension. I left the trainstation & headed home feeling strange of how & why we all did not allow the previous day's shock to grip us. Was my mind actually fighting fear...or was "busy gettin bac to work"? We felt proud for having proclaimed "U dont scare us", to the perverts who committed this sin. But I feel that in an attempt to show the city never sleeps we, mumbaikars, have mutated into a species that never protests, thinking that gathering the pieces and resuming life is all it takes. Let me remind myself and my countrymen that there is a fine line between being brave and being desensitised. I pray that we never cross it.