Fancy a moment’s silence over the people that died one month ago, some so swiftly and others lingered in suffering’s company? In the midst of that grand confusion, that sad marvel that was, people shone through.

The feeling of vulnerability never really departed from my mind, I think it was the greatest sensation I tasted at that time. I, among many people, I am sure, was tossed in such waves of anger and perplexity that until today, a month later, the bitterness of it all is still fresh. I read what I published, and I am even more engulfed in this sadness.

Delivering me from that shocking misery were my friends, many of whom are people I have never been with physically. Voices I have never heard seemed to call to make sure I was fine, questions poured my way from random faces, characters that were words before, in a blink materialized.

Back then I knew that, as is the case with many another occasion, the scene will fade. Few people would talk about it, and fewer would reflect on what meanings this tragedy it had to teach, if indeed it carried any.

A month later, and old terms renewed dominate that jargon of media and public psyche. I think many do not really know what such words mean, and nobody seems to be enlightening them. A month later, and life is almost the same as it had been. Going to the office does not seem remotely perilous; it is just the office now. What risks I submit to every single time I go there tend to hide somewhere in my head, I do not know what game this is, but I would like to think I am winning.

I want to be silent for a moment, and to muse over what has changed and what has not, during the past thirty days or so. Fancy silence now?

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