Thursday, November 27, 2008

Death at our doorsteps.

When we were kids, we always thought that death happened to people living in a far away land. We believed that graveyards were in outer space. That death was not for us.

We rode our tricycles on the streets not knowing what accidents meant. We played House-House with all the members always living. We always had happy endings.
We never played WAR.

We heard the bombs only during the festival of lights.
We knew neither the meaning nor the pronunciation for the word 'Terrorist'.

We were safe, free and really happy kids.


Now when we are all grown up, we have realized that life happens to people living in a far away land. We are surrounded by graveyards and burning bodies. That life is not for us. It can never be cause our intelligence happens to fails us every time we think it is for us.

Death awaits us at our doorsteps.

2 comments:

Munna on the run said...

When we were young, we also had hope.

madman said...

insaan zindagi bhar seekhta hain aur marte waqt marna seekhta hain