The blasts started getting closer. I could make out by the sound. I though I'd go and take a look. Perhaps I could help any possible injured from around the blast. I go to check it out only to see that it was a few young 'uns. They were playing with miniature bombs that seemed to be toy versions of the real thing. There was a blast, with the visual effect and everything, nonetheless. I think they were training versions of ammunition that went astray. What a toy to leave around! This situation is way more precarious I thought. Even more dangerous for children to play with these things with such ease. I pity the times they grow up in.
Surviving the War Zone
This is a regularly updated blog about the daily struggle during Diwali with the mindless bursting of firecrackers ultimately celebrating a Festival of Darkness.
Friday, November 1, 2013
Time: 2:30 PM. Status: Peaceful still with distant, not threatening explosions
I woke up this morning expecting the explosions to rain *any* moment. So far nothing but intermittent blasts that seem to be taking place at a safe distance. I worry for the people there. Going by the intensity of the sound from them, and the absence of screams, much damage hasn't been done yet, I'd assume. Though, going by the past years, what has come so far, is no guarantee to what will come the very next second. The very best fighters have at least driven by a sense of reason and consistency, even in their foolishness. These are just erratic fools!
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