Like most people on Dec 27/28, our main aim was to get home. Not anyone’s one. OUR home. Surrounded by the abundance of familiar things to feel stable and secure. We spent the night at my moms after a 3 hour bumper to bumper journey from Hussy’s nikah and decide to go home (a mere 3 mins away) the next morning. As we sped crazily along the fountain road at the back, not a soul in sight, a few feet ahead we saw something burning and k slowed the car down a fraction. Before we had a chance to even realize was happening, a rock hit my side of the car straight at the window which shattered and collapsed in my lap, shocking the life out of me and Naddu who was also on my lap. K gunned the car away, madly rushing to a place where we could slow down to assess any damage- see if I was hurt or Naddu who, thank God, after a couple of startled wails was smiling again. A minute later and we were home, and on shaky legs I made it upstairs, brimming with emotions I don’t have words for.
If I could have gotten out of the car at that minute, I would have gone and strangled the man who threw the rock at our car. The man who probably, has no clue what democracy means. Who has no idea that by this senseless retarded behaviour, he isn’t expressing his grief over BB’s death but his complete lack of respect for what she claims she stood for. At that minute, even I, with all the common sense I claim to have and all the education I should use to control my reactions in moments of extreme stress, was reduced to an injured angry animal who wanted nothing better than to lash out at that miserable human being who tried harming her loved ones. At that minute nothing mattered, not reason, not logic, not sense. Maybe that is why one needs to calm down before one reacts- otherwise we have a burning city on our hands.
Naddu and I are both, Allah ka shukar, completely fine, barely scratched- emotionally or physically- in the whole episode, thanks to the love and prayers of everyone who wishes us well so often and so generously. Keep us in your prayers, please.