At a loss...

Someone breaks into your home and destroys all the things which had grown to become part of the familiar, comforting background of your house. Things painstakingly collected by you over the years to make your home look welcoming, things you associated with warmth and happiness. And then, someone uninvited barges in, knowing the value these things hold for you, and systematically destroys them, leaving you with numbness coursing through your body...

My city was ruthlessly broken into. The landmarks forming its history were destroyed. I am still shocked by the helplessness with which we looked at the carnage. I am disgusted by the apathy disguised by false 'resilience'. Coping and reconciliation with terror is still a long distance away. A small part wonders whether the terrorists too lost a precious possession that could only be replaced by human blood.....