This time it's personal, you fuckers
Two hours ago, my mom sent me a text message to say that there were attacks happening in Bombay and that my aunt and her mother were stuck in a carpark at a movie theater (Inox) because there was gunfire outside. I couldn't go back to sleep so I came out and watched the news. Then Rohan asked if my cousin was related to Ashok Kamte, and when I said yes, he's my mom's cousin, he told me that they were reporting his death across the networks.
He is dead. My grandparents are going to be devastated and they're in Goa on their own. Papa Kaka will be destroyed by this. He has a wife, two small kids. I've stopped crying but I can't go back to sleep, my head is hurting despite taking an Advil, and this time it's fucking personal.
It hits me each time Delhi or Bombay is hit, particularly Bombay because it's a place I know and love more deeply than Delhi, and this time it is fucking personal. It's surreal, I can't imagine them shooting up Leo's. They shot Ashok outside of Metro. The Taj is on fire. There may be hostages. I've watched bodies being carted out of the Oberoi on luggage carts. If they wanted to hit the heart of Bombay, they succeeded, but I promise you this, you fuckers, you will pay for what you did. Whether in this life or the next, you will pay. You will not win.
He is dead. My grandparents are going to be devastated and they're in Goa on their own. Papa Kaka will be destroyed by this. He has a wife, two small kids. I've stopped crying but I can't go back to sleep, my head is hurting despite taking an Advil, and this time it's fucking personal.
It hits me each time Delhi or Bombay is hit, particularly Bombay because it's a place I know and love more deeply than Delhi, and this time it is fucking personal. It's surreal, I can't imagine them shooting up Leo's. They shot Ashok outside of Metro. The Taj is on fire. There may be hostages. I've watched bodies being carted out of the Oberoi on luggage carts. If they wanted to hit the heart of Bombay, they succeeded, but I promise you this, you fuckers, you will pay for what you did. Whether in this life or the next, you will pay. You will not win.