"The sun is in the east,
Even though the day is done.
Two suns in the sunset,
Has the human race, been run?"

- Two Suns in the Sunset (Waters)


The bomb blasts rocked Mumbai. Killing many people. Why, o! Lord, why?

I grew up in Mumbai. I spent a large chunk of my childhood in this wonderful city. Although I schooled a couple of hundred kilometers away, Mumbai was home.

Memories of the scent of hot, steaming vada-paav, as the rain lashes against a road, uneven due to years of neglegence. The bhelpuri-wala at the corner, mixing bhel as he wipes sweat off his brow in the summer heat. Running to Nana Chowk a day before Sankranti, without telling mum, to buy a kite for 25p! Meeting Mr. Shivaji, a bus-conductor on route no. 85, and chatting with him as if he were a long lost friend.
Yes, that was Mumbai. That was Bombay. And I swear, she was glorious!

RDX has spread terror in the city now. Seven, or was it eight, bombs ripped through the trains running down on the Western Lines. Mumbai was paralysed! Bandra, Bhayander, Mira Road, Santacruz; stunned!
And whatever little was left of the Bombay that was, that has been robbed by the corrupt set of politicians. Politicians who force Mumbai to a grinding halt, at a time when she is required to stand up! Politicians who suck out funds out of a city that is bearing the brunt of over-population and depleting resources.

May be, her time has come. May be, Mumbai has reached its end, just like the rest of the world.
May be, the human race has been run.

Has the sun finally set on Mumbai?