I too lit a candle

This was my saddest Sunday. The drizzle in the morning conveyed the mood of the otherwise cheerful city in the summer. From the morning, I could imagine hundreds of people going to the church with flowers.

 This morning it was different, I could imagine hundreds of people in silence going to the church. There was no music. There was no sermon. There was only silence, candles and flowers. They lit the candle stood there in silence. Everyone was in the mood for silent prayer.

Today, I remember all those who lost their life for the violent act of terrorism. I remember when the prophet was asked what are the signs of society going crazy- he said there would come a time when people will kill each other, but neither the killers know why they killed nor the killed know why they were killed.

I understand a lot of young people lost their lives for no fault of theirs. Those young people were the ones who dreamt of a just, equitable and sustainable society. They represented the best of the social democratic values. And they were just blooming. - Most of them in their teenage. They were at the prime of their life, dreams and imagination. I could only say a silent prayer for the parents and family who lost their very dear children at their prime; those children who were celebrating their youth and dreams, just when the dreams got shattered.

It is a cruel world. I too lit a candle.