26/11 Attack: a year ago

A day of misery which led to tears, loss of lives and dear ones...26/11 unforgettable for 100's of daughters who lost their brothers, mothers, fathers and kin....The newspapers and the media flashing the names of the deceased. A day after which i heard that a very close family friend's young son aged 27 years lost his life at Taj breathing his last at 4am in the morning. A chef at the Taj and a dynamic boy six feet tall with a never say die attitude...The gunman had shot him and he called his parents saying that "He was ok" "Nothing had happened to him"....He had sustained a minor injury and would survive it. However, as fate would have destined the fellow breathed his last breath as his wound was near his heart and he bled to death....

One year later when I met his mom, I saw her calm and composed....When i spoke to her...She said "Its only a few days from when we will be holding a prayer meeting for my son's first death anniversary...".. This sentence ripped my heart as i saw a tear rolling down her cheek...The sad part was that he was the only able son, as his elder brother was suffering from some kind of a disorder. His mother then said...a few words which left an indelible dent in my mind "We are all puppets in the hands of god....to live a predestined life....