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A silent prayer of thanks escapes her heart... all the people she loves are fine!! (ref: Mumbai Blasts)

She's quiet... not her usual self... still a li'l anxious... she's not sure why...

She stands in her balcony and looks beyond to see a train passing between the greens and wonders... 'will this too turn to scream and smoke?'

She looks closer to home... a green meadow... lots of trees... almost paradise (but not quite)... she wonders...

'Dekhiye to lagta hai, zindagi ki raahon me ek bheed chalti hai...
Sochiye to lagta hai, bheed me hai sab tanha...
Vo jo muskuraate the... jo kisi ko khwabon me apne paas paate the...
Unki neend tooti hai... aur hain vo ab tanha!'

Another prayer escapes her heart, a prayer to bless the souls and families of those who lost a dear one yesterday...

She bows her head and walks inside...