The Spirit in Silence

yesterday as the four of us sat upright, staring at our crowded screens, silent momentarily, just seconds away from returning to our furious lives, i sat fiddling with my nails. not knowing where to look. at the screen in front of me, a stolen glance at A and N to see how they were dealing with the silence, into my head maybe.

this silence after we received this mail from a friend:

" At 6.24 pm today there will be a 2-minute silence observed across the country as a mark of respect to the bomb blast victims. NDTV has announced some special locations in each city where there will be gatherings. But you could do this wherever you are.

If ever there was need for `spirit', it is now. People rushing back to work 12 hours after the bombing under the guise of "we always bounce back" is mistakenly understood as `spirit'. We do it because we've become immune - and thankful that "it did not happen to me". Raising our collective voice against injustice, against politicians, against unfair practices, and forcing positive change is the only time we can ever talk about our `spirit'.
Hopefully, the 2-minute silence will be a start. "


we all have our own ways of dealing with these things. its not alright that 360 people are dead from a natural wave that swallowed them. it doesn't compare. it never can. so lets not. i've been through a calamity and i KNOW that it affects you only when you're IN it. so if you really want to make a difference even feel it, you'll have to become it.
we have been silenced already. for one, no one except me can read this unless the lords decide to lift the ban off blogspot. we can't seem to be able to make up our minds. for every protest we retaliate with silence?
what a confused kid.

we condemn it, can we stop it?

questions grow in silence.