8:00 AM – lazy shuffle to the kitchen, grab a cup of coffee. Sip.
8.05 AM – snatch the morning papers from whoever’s got it. Open eyes.
“Blasts rock Hyderabad” – good morning India.
Why? Wha..? How? To what purpose?
All useless questions.
One humble request to the police and the stellar press photographers, like The Hindu’s Gopal: next time you click your front-page pix of these blast scenes, please think of the term ‘dignity in death’ and cover the dead before you start popping your flash bulbs. I am sure the hearts of the mums who opened Sunday papers to see the fruits of their loins spattered across the Lumbini Park grounds broke afresh on seeing it.
i couldnt agree with you more on the pics.
i dunno how someone can stand there, snapping pix over some poor soul’s tattered remains. sheesh!