When Terror felt up close and personal

I cannot put it more simply and I do not want to try. It HURTS. It hurts and the images refuse togo away, maybe because this time I chose not to try. Yes, this time there wouldn’t bethat filter of calculated indifference, skilfully deployed while reading the daily news in this day and age. Today, I wanted to feel rather than think, write rather than wonder and lend words to images that existed only in my mind. Because today more than ever, I wanted to take the time to understand why these images wouldn’t go away. French images from Chennai, … Continue reading When Terror felt up close and personal