Kiran would like to know: why have innocents died?

The Taj Mahal heritage wing was on fire. That was when I broke down. Tears streaming down my face. I had flashbacks of all the times I had been to the heritage wing for press conferences, to interview visiting celebrities, to shop, to enjoy a coffee and a sandwich at the sea view first floor restaurant. And every single time I had marvelled at the beauty of the structure. And something so beautiful being heartlessly destroyed.

And the child doing the shooting at the CST station?

Mad Momma is having nightmares:

And then my nightmare came back to me. What if something happened? What if we were held hostage there? It was safer to leave them at home. That way if anything happens to the OA and me, they’re safe and will be taken home. I did the mental calculation, made my plans, mentally bid my children goodbye and set off to meet a friend as though I was going to war. And that - is unfortunately where we are today.

I don’t know about Mumbai being resilient. I don’t know about the rest of the country being united in grief. I only know that I am terrified for my life and for the lives of my children.