So, this is an entry that I wrote a week ago, when I was hearing about the terrorist attacks on Mumbai. I did not feel like posting at that time. I still don't really feel like posting this, but if I don't do it now, I never will. So here goes:
Why can't people just be nice? Why do they have to resort violence?
This wasn't at all the kind of birthday present I'd hoped for. It was a cruel way to enter into adulthood. To see people tearing my city apart, hurting the people in it and filling the air with gunpowder and smoke, it makes me want to be child, where the world stays simple and violence on that scale is something that cannot be comprehended and can never be justified. In the world of a child, where all you need and want are the basics, food, shelter, clothing and love. To know that you're safe and protected with the belief that everyone is inherently good. I know that there are some children who don't get to experience childhoods like this, and that's why I am thankful that my parents made my childhood as wonderful as it was. I know that in some parts of the world violence is a daily part of life and children are the innocent victims and witnesses of horrific acts of war and terrorism. I pray that no child ever had to face a childhood like that and that violence ceases and peace blankets the world.
This Christmas, let's all pray, really pray for 'Peace on Earth'!