The Morning After

The morning after, it changes. A whole new set of substances evolve or re-evolve, but definitely it changes. The motivation, the passion, the fear, the love, the subconscious, everything changes. Stability of ideas, if it were, is so unstable a term. Yesterday was a day with news rolling incessant without mid advertisement breaks, facebook pouring out human emotions, love and care; if not in true sense at least the word prayer was frequent on my wall, twitter was hot, with timeline crisp and tight, with retweets tweeted again and again, the politicians had words to say, perhaps a set of new agendas to roll out. Peoples had an opportunity to express their rage once again against pakistan. The word terrorism found new and creative paraphrase to sum up its existence. People were raged, furious and stern about the incapacitated government. Rahul Gandhi was forgotten for sometime until he blasted out something. Dig Vijay Singh jokes were out of twitter timeline. Concerns , sympathies and empathies replaced every other human/non – human emotions. Yesterday, the mass had questions about Mumbai, about their home, about their own existence. Some eyes has tears other had hope. Some voices were loud while some were mute. Some hearts were heavy while a few chunk was heartless.

And now the morning after, we are back on to our morning tea; perhaps a healthy one. The crimes just becomes a front page of news paper which seems stale. The regular day starts in. Facebook returns to normalcy, the spams are back. A few of them still scratched the word prayer, I could notice that. The government is back trying to justify itself how they took control of things. Dig Vijay Singh jokes are back on twitter only with a new taste attached. Pakistan is forgotten again, until it was cricket. Office gossips are back with discussions regarding the failed government and new agendas. Some of the questions still exists while majority have turned complacent.

But, some mornings after are silent. They have questions in their mind. Some have haunting thoughts about their own safe existence. They feel insecure. They have answers half answered. A few morning after it will be only be a part of history.  But this morning is sorrowful, sad and the silent screams are adorning the city.

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