This must be one of the most tragic news to hit home this week, what being hailed as India's 911 attack. (Pictures c/o boston.com - Alan Taylor , The Big Picture)
There were joy, upon the safe arrival
of those who escaped harm.
There were grief, of a mother who lost her
two children in the terrorist attack.
School children during a vigil held in
memory of the victims of the shooting.
A dog stranded on the deserted street
outside Taj Mahal Hotel where suspected gunmen are holed up.
A resident takes cover as National Security Guard
commandoes fires at suspected militants.
A hospital full of dead bodies.
Victims of the shooting at
Chattrapati Shivaji Terminus railway station
One of the gunmen at the railway station.
The shootings have ended, the pain still remains, especially for the family of the Singaporean killed in Mumbai. She was so young, so promising and practically had the world in her hands but, as we all learnt, good things don't last.
Coming back to my own world, it is again studying, as I did over the week. But nothing really seems to be going into my head.
To focus seems like a challenging task.
Trying to focus.
I hate studying, LAH.
The aftermath.
So done with studying,
gracias mucho.
Coming back to my own world, it is again studying, as I did over the week. But nothing really seems to be going into my head.
To focus seems like a challenging task.
Trying to focus.
I hate studying, LAH.
The aftermath.
So done with studying,
gracias mucho.
Shall blog about the Sentosa trip yesterday with my dear dear friends when I have the time tomorrow. (: Till then, night!
