Waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of rain pattering the window, I hear voices. Voices screaming in agony, in pain. The howling wind carrying these screams. Some screams were accompanied by sounds of gunshots. I walk outdoors. I feel the raindrops, falling like bullets. Every drop hurting my already aching body. I look around me, vision slightly blurred. All I see is chaos. Chaos everywhere. Masked men wielding guns, shooting at innocent people. The rains cause floods which threaten to wash away everything. People, possessions and dreams. The air smells of mud and hot lead. Blood is sputtered everywhere. The terrifying men then proceed to blow themselves up. The bombs detonate and a large area is destroyed. The survivors run for their lives. The floods consume the survivors. Enveloping everyone and everything in its path. All this I witness helplessly, without any way to save them. I see people perish, right in front of my eyes. I hold out my hand, try to scream for them. No sound. Only my mind screams. The louder I scream, the voices in my head becomes louder. Then suddenly, silence. Silence everywhere. I look around. Devastation. No one around. Not even one breathing species.
I wake up in the comfort of my home. There was a deafening silence. I contemplate what happened. It was still dark outside. I turn on the news. The news channels were blaring about the terrorist attacks in Paris. Meanwhile, local news channels blared about the floods. The cyclone which consumed the city of Chennai. The City which is always in her toes, came to a standstill. The city which fell to the enormous power of nature. The City may have fallen. But the people never gave up. Thousands of people braved the rains, relocated, helped others to safety. Thousands stranded, thousands of homes water-logged. But the people never gave up. They strived harder to survive. 8000 km away, a city called the city of love, armed men shot at the audience of a rock show. The media labelled it as 'The Bataclan Massacre'. The Politicians started calling war on ISIS. The French sent warplanes to bomb Syrian cities. The U.S followed through.
Why do we want this? Why are humans interested in killing each other? Hasn't France taught them love? Why can't we give peace a chance? Why war?
As John Lennon said, " All we are saying, is give peace a chance."
Peace.
I wake up in the comfort of my home. There was a deafening silence. I contemplate what happened. It was still dark outside. I turn on the news. The news channels were blaring about the terrorist attacks in Paris. Meanwhile, local news channels blared about the floods. The cyclone which consumed the city of Chennai. The City which is always in her toes, came to a standstill. The city which fell to the enormous power of nature. The City may have fallen. But the people never gave up. Thousands of people braved the rains, relocated, helped others to safety. Thousands stranded, thousands of homes water-logged. But the people never gave up. They strived harder to survive. 8000 km away, a city called the city of love, armed men shot at the audience of a rock show. The media labelled it as 'The Bataclan Massacre'. The Politicians started calling war on ISIS. The French sent warplanes to bomb Syrian cities. The U.S followed through.
Why do we want this? Why are humans interested in killing each other? Hasn't France taught them love? Why can't we give peace a chance? Why war?
As John Lennon said, " All we are saying, is give peace a chance."
Peace.
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