Thanks to some stupid, uneducated neanderthals, the moment that was meant to be red did indeed turn out to be red, but not the kind of red that fills up your heart with warmth and delight but instead, the kind that fills you with a cold emptiness, pain and terror.
And it's the kind of red that doesn't fade away with time, it's the kind that'll keep coming back to haunt you, and sometimes you want it to keep coming back to haunt you because...because I dunno...
because you feel so helpless maybe, for you know there is nothing you can do, and so many other things...
like because maybe you even feel guilty somewhere for thanking God over and over that you're okay and for the ones who're still okay and then wonder how selfish and shallow you must be to be glad about it and thank God when there are people for whom things will never be the same again, smiles that'll never light up the world again, voices that'll never be heard again..and all those dreams...oh let's not talk about them...

RIP the nine souls who deserved to walk out of that bakery with lovely smiles and memories of a lovely evening and be here with us today,alive just as much as we do

The color of the moment is red; the color of speed and passion; the color of life; and ah yes, the color of love. The wide expanse of emotions the color red arouses in us is indescribable – intense and conflicting. Red also symbolizes anger and violence. Yet it’s about love, the silly teddy holding a silly red heart that says something silly.
And that tiny red hot Honda, speeding along the awesome drive by the sea. Or Ferrari, if that’s your style.
The red crowd screaming for Manchester United, and it still makes one think of David Beckham, it’s all about the color red, the color of passion; it’s about standing for what you believe in.
It's also about every man in the house when Shakira swings to 'Hips Don't Lie'! The color of dreams and fantasies
For the moment, the color of hopes and expectations, in a million hearts around the world...

Something very close to my heart had been missing from college this sem:
It was time for the trees along the Rajpath to go red. The slight hint that it is indeed winter in the northern hemisphere!

I think it usually happened by January here, atleast on the Rajpath!
But this time, it came only after I started missing it; when I thought maybe it wasn't happening this year (I know, impossible, but anything is possible here!) at the end of last week, I realised a few trees were finally getting a red tinge.
And today morning, was like my christmas present:
The Rajpath strewn with dry leaves :)

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

Sorry Ragam, this is one time when Rajpath looks better than when you come!