My conscience know how much strength I have to gather to pen this down. For an enitre day I didn't know what to react? How to react? What to actually say! I still don't know.
They chaos I witnessed, I request my maa durga never ever make my country and countrymen suffer from such tragic incident again.
I am angry. Shock. Saddened. Pained. It feels like someone orphaned the military. These people were well and alive. Then so weak and fragile and then in coffins. It hurts man. It hurts. Coffins arranged in one row are reminding me of Pulwama attack, Bijapur attack. Man so much hard times.
Yes, there are two India's indeed. The first ones cries it's heart a loud when they bid farewell to thier dearly soldiers and leader. And then there is India that's celebrates it. Least I expected from people was empathy. And I ask myself why do I even expect form them when I know they are too low already?
