Terror.Undiluted.

Amidst the light chatter of the elite and the soft tinkle of silverware, the ugly crackle of gunshots. Dinner is interrupted....by terror. Dapper men in suits and women in expensive pearls
become the targets of indiscriminate bullets. Evil grips the iconic buildings of the country's financial capital, strenghthening its hold every passing second...vanquishing everything that stands in the way. Elsewhere in the city, rivers of blood filled with human jetsam flow freely. People watch in horror the city's first war...perhaps not the first..but first of its kind. The night sky is ablaze with fire...Lucifer's fire. Bombs go off every few minutes. Unbelievable confusion. Media feasting on the police's inability to control the war... vulture-like. The courageous are put to the ultimate test...and lost. A heavy loss. Irreplacable. Bullets find more flesh. The City awake...watching...egging on the police while sitting in the comforts of their homes. The ordeal seems never-ending. Children orphaned. Wives widowed. A Mother's heart breaks. Finally, after 60 hours of intense combat, Evil is vanquished. People breath again. They rejoice. Those who lost their loved ones cry. Those who care also cry.One tear for each person dead. 163 tears in all. Candles lit. Vows taken. Heroes saluted. Questions asked. Answers pending. Politicians stripped naked. Their ugly game exposed and resented
But will things change? Or will this great city move on with an added scar of terrorism? is this really the end peoples' tolerance? Are they finally going to stop ranting about the so called "spirit of Mumbai"? Or will our life go on because our family escaped this deadly game this one more time? I think we know the answer.