for this person who created a havoc by blindly shooting out his ak-47 during those 60hrs when india stood still...
for the only survivor of the mumbai terror attacks on 26/11, 2008.


http://indianfusion.aglasem.com/2010/12/a-letter-to-kasab/

A beautiful lump of coal

It was getting late. the party was to its end, only for some though. the neighbours had already banged their head with the “head banging” music. Flowers were already alcoholated before sunrise. trashed cars took to reverse gear. The amplier finally gave up ,the dj too.dance floor no longer did exists.the porch was like a streat garment shop, with all stuff you can think off.all brands.everything. swimming pool got “drunk” and the whole house was a garbage disposal zone. Glass shattered on first floor, must have been a fight. all this excitement was after all “worth” it.it was veronica’s birthday .her 20^th birthday. With 2000 mammals each holding bottles worth 20,000 and overall expenditure of …well, somewhere in 20’s only. All this because recession showed up this year.her 20^th birthday.

“veronica, run fast, jets waiting..(usually the dad waits).they will make without us”, a voice called from the ground floor to the 3^rd.wow, she must had multistaging amplifier. She “rolled” down the stairs( you can’t expect her to walk after last night), was pushed inside the limo and left out. Veronica cruise was a stubborn girl, full of attitude and kind of show-off. Probably because Mr.cruise inherited some “great stuff”(this is how she mentions his dad’s business to her friends).he owned dockyards, shipyards , factories etc. endless pack of money, slighty shattered this year. she had everything she ever wanted. Use and throw and never did she recycled, rather she never felt the need of it.

Her eyes opened halfway to their destination.they were on road.the sun pinched her as they drove away from it, out of the city though not so far.the tyres changed the pith on the road beneath her.they were now on rubble, past the beautiful landscape to the desert rose.nothing of this attenuated her.nothing ever came to her world.so never she bothered to think of life other than her high society one.she took it for granted and considered the same for everyone. Her parents , never bothered to “dictate” her , that would be only if they themselves ever saw it to reality.

“stop that cranking on my head, u silly ..arrgh..baby”

, she muttered to the youngest and latest admission in the brood. Her sister.6 months old.cute, but of no value and respect to veronica’s eyes.an hour later, they all sat in their “suites”, not far from a coal mine.she didn’t knew why they all were here,maybe dad’s another stuff.

Next morning, her dad jumps to her “my child,happy birthday..god bless you” and he kissed her forehead.she awaited a gift, but disappointment.they all “loaded” in their “mine-sweeper”.a huge truck though only for namesake..palace on wheels.

          “my child ,I present you the gift, which will feed you with jewels and diamonds.the black gold.your own coal mine”..and he gets a boastful smile.nothing bothered her, as she was checking out last nights clicks .

Then a sudden halt.one of the loading trucks had hit and road was blocked.traffic stranded.”will take some time”,driver assured.they were stuck deep somewhere in the mine.but something was about to happen.

While drawing the curtains of the window, a shiny white figure , somewhere up, caught veronica’s attention.it was shining amidst the “black background”.

Something unusual and not in her “collection”.

she wanted it but her father refused since it was too much of dirt and risk and she kept hesitating. Her desperation reached upper levels and she ultimately got off the “palace” in the dirt, amidst the ashes and smoke.she ignored her parents call just like they did and kept walking towards it.smoke clouds covered her way,she moved slowly…..

Sounds were clearly audible.it was starnge sounds, but were familiar to her.she rushed because the shine was fainting with her each move. she reached. the sound stopped.it was a small baby in white clothings.cute,sweet , adorable and white. making him shine in that scorching heat. he started smiling now,looking at veronica.his blue eyes somehow hypnotised her.it seemed as if she “actually” fell in love this time…a keen expression and small smile on her face. the baby was surely cute.she cuddled him.she forgot her high class for those moments.it was diamond in ashes, like a lamp in a  cave.it was different.she never felt like this before, ever .she got the first glimpse of the “real world” .she took him in her arms and lifted him high. the baby laughed, so did veronica. she kissed on his “black marked “cheeks.(he was devant a huge pile of coal pieces ).might have lost while playing, she thought. she actually did.

To interrupt this newly formed bond with reality, was a feminine voice.she turned just to see his mother approaching them.her eye was wet, as if she’s losing a part of herself. she wasn’t the same  anymore. the lady took the child. she hesitatingly handed him.but the boy waved her back while laughing..veronica did the same.

On returning back to the truck,her mom enquired about what she found.??...and after a small pause(as if she was lost in somewhere)..she replies to her..

“ the black gold,the diamond in this pile….a beautiful lump of coal”

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