It was over five years ago. I had not actually seen anything happen in front of me except the after-effects. Up until recently, I have never been able to talk about it. Even when I did, this mashed up, shaken account came out. I do not know how they do it. The people who live through it for so long, how do the do it? How do they live? Are they even human or just empty shells? Is that the reason we have so many disturbed souls around? For soldiers, the trauma is recognized and treated, what about the ones who never get such support? What are we doing to this world of ours? These fellow human beings of ours? It doesn't make sense to me. It does not make sense at all. Where is the humanity? I do not know what else to say, so here is my account: "Now this is something I can relate to. When the IIUI bomb blast happened, I was exiting the university. Given the size of the place, I did not really notice what happened. (Plus I was on the phone chattering away happily with a ...
Musings of yet another brain, heart and soul