It's close to midnight and I am still at the office. But sooner or later, I know I will get home... Unlike the 174 who have already died in the serial bomb blasts that rocked Mumbai earlier this evening.
By the time you read this I am sure the death toll will be far higher.
The television we brought to the office to watch the FIFA World Cup is beaming pictures of mangled railway compartments. And bloodied bodies.
On the roads and the railway tracks, the people of Mumbai are helping each other. The police is doing its best. The wail of ambulance sirens rushing the injured to hospitals can be heard...
My daughter is at home, asleep and oblivious. But there are other children who will wake up to find their world changed forever.
What can one say or do or promise to do in the future that will make that kind of pain go away?
