How beautiful was my valley

For the umpteenth time i am sitting on the net trying to find out anything about the blast that has shook the life back home in Assam. I am calling up my parents every 30 minutes to reassure everything is fine. But in my mind I can see the chaos that has wrecked the already flood and terrorism stricken state. As a child lies in the hospital with her burnt face, as a 3 year old looks for his dead mom among the rubble of dead bodies, I want to ask the persons who had done it...what have those people done?...have they ever interfered in your so called ideals? then who gave you the right to do that to them?

When i think of Assam I can feel the serenity that the place had at one time. I have heard how peaceful and calm life was for our parents and for our forefathers who called this beautiful land their home. And as Assam burns in the heat of all the terrorism , i just tearfully think Will we be helpless bystander as we see our beautiful homeland being destroyed by people turning it into a obliterated valley where only death and destruction reigns ?

Never lose a chance.you may never get it again

The only thing certain about life is that it is uncertain. So if you feel like doing something do it. Like if you feel like speaking to someone , do it. You may never get the chance again
That reminds me of one of the persons i was closest to...my grandpa. My last sem just got over and i was going home. The day before i went home i felt like speaking to him. But as it was 1 .00 clock at night and anyways i was supposed to meet him the next day , i didnt do so. But i never got the chance. The day i landed, he suffered a massive stroke and after 7 days of stayin in coma he passed away.
So if you feel like speaking to someone just pick up the phone, Your dear one is just a phone call away