Unlikely solution for a likely question

     Tension writ large on her face. Her head felt heavy and her shoulders ached. She closed her eyes for a few minutes trying to sort out things in her head. Her mind wrestled with various thoughts and options. Tried thinking of probable solutions. Nothing seemed to enlighten her. Tension grew instead of settling down. She simply shut her mind and looked out of the window from where light streamed in. The piece of sky that her eyes caught, had faded. She wondered. What had happened to the blueness of the sky? Was it the bright Sun or the misty clouds that had robbed it of its colour or was that faded look a particular phase of the day which would soon phase out restoring its colour?...

     Her cell phone beeped and its screen beamed with the text, "You have received two new messages". She gave a cursory look to it and her eyes travelled back to her table and she wondered what she was doing there. A book lay open on the table with a few clips holding its pages, a file with a blue stick-on on which 'urgent' was scribbled. A writing pad lay aside with a few jottings. The matter on her computer screen matched the jottings but there was a pencil in her hand. She tried to recall that she did last before her mind had wandered off. She tried, tried hard to remember but her mind blanked out.
     She was in the middle of so many things that nothing on her crowded table helped her recall that had engaged her serious attention a few minutes back. All she could think then was the immediate need to de-clutter the table and probably her life, too. Maybe the solution lay there.           

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And, the journey continues...
But, somewhere, something is lost.

Everything looks fine.

But, somewhere, something is amiss
like the dot on an "i".

Almost an everyday tale

She held her dad's head on her tiny lap and cried with joy as he responded to her cries. He gradually regained his senses and saw her through his blood stuck eyes and, couldn’t stop his tears from flowing out of it along with the blood. He found himself in the middle of an open graveyard. His business lay in ruins and he had no idea how he would resurrect it. He clutched his daughter to his heart as if she was the most precious thing on this earth and cried like a madman, happy to see her alive where he had lost his son and wife a few years back. The horror had visited him again. Yet, he managed to smile, smile amidst tears, dust, ruins, blood and horror. For that is what this city had taught him over and over again.

P.S. I couldn't think of a better title coz this is happening again and again and I am afraid to say that it has almost become a daily (though in certain intervals 2003, 2006, 2008, 2011) tale.
I salute the spirit of Mumbaikars. May God give them the strength to bear the loss and pain. I am so angry with the whole system but there is no point in ranting it out here. Thats what we have been doing each time this episode got repeated. I loathe myself as I sit silent and helpless like many and simply watch the drama unfold yet, again.

Finding self

In WE

Is US

When I shall find YOU

I shall find ME.