Thursday, eve
4th April - 2013
The memories of that fateful day remain
etched in the sands of time. It was a tranquil
Thursday evening as I journeyed home from
school on our trusty bus.
Little did I know that within the next few minutes,
my life would irrevocably change, and the carefree
innocence of my childhood would be forever lost.
Our school bus was involved in a catastrophic accident,
leaving me with the heart-wrenching loss of a limb.
Tragically, out of the 18 students and the driver on board,
nine souls were taken on spot and nine of us
were left critically injured.
I was the one burdened with severe injuries,
unable to walk back on both my both feet again.
In the blink of an eye, our serene village
turned into a place of sorrow and lamentation.
The heavens wept, and the very earth seemed to mourn.
I often pondered, what had we done to deserve this?
Why had the Almighty subjected us, innocent butterflies
who had-barely learned to fly, to such a cruel twist of
fate?
I salute the brave individuals who conducted
the funerals and final rites of the nine young martyrs.
The experience was chilling when the loudspeakers
echoed, announcing people for the nine funerals,
back to back.
Burying nine innocent children in
succession is an ordeal that no one should
ever have to face.
Among them, one was my beloved cousin
and one my best friend, a brother, and a classmate.
That day, many families were left
shattered, and I couldn't help but feel
immense sorrow for those who lost their
only son along with his elder sister.
I can only imagine the heartache and trauma
their mother endured, spending hours
sleeping beside their graves, conversing with
them, and grieving their cruel fate.
This tragic event left an indelible mark on
our village, forever altering its peaceful
atmosphere.
The scars of that day, both physical and
emotional, have continued to haunt
those of us who survived.
The grief was palpable, and the burden of
loss weighed heavily on our hearts.
The resilience and courage displayed by
those who conducted the funerals served as
a source of inspiration.
Their strength in the face of such a tragedy
taught mankind that life could be incredibly
challenging, yet the human spirit has the
capacity to endure and find solace in the
most trying of circumstances.
The pain and the suffering, humanity
witnessed during those funerals and the
following days left an indelible mark on
many hearts.
It was a stark reminder of the fragility of life
and the unpredictability of fate.
People vowed to honor the memory of those
lost by living a life filled with purpose and
resilience.
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