I am clueless, I don’t even know why I want to write this. Maybe coz its the first time in several years I cry thinking of Mumbai, not nostalgic tears, but those of utter disgust and pain.

It’s scary, riveting, disgustful, tragic and superbly annoying. How do these kids get brainwashed to such an extent that they feel nothing while executing people cold bloodedly?

20 / 21 yrs … speaking fluent English, wearing a tshirt that says Versace with casual jeans – thats the face of terror now.

I am here, safe, away from home, brain drained, shopping on black friday, partying away..

While Mumbai is trying to slowly stand up on its feet.