They had fought so hard to be together. And it was completely worth it, may be the best thing that ever happened in their lives. He loved to watch her laugh, She understood him completely - friends idolized their compatibility.
Whenever they saw others bickering about things, they secretly prayed to God to thank Him for each other. Finishing each other's sentences had become a habit. It was the kind of love they had always dreamed of having.
Tonight was their third wedding anniversary. They had planned this evening at the spur of the moment and decided to meet after work at the street with some of the best restaurants in the city.
He bought her favorite flowers. She applied the lipstick he loved on her. And they set out for their meeting place - happy about the date, happy about their life, just happy.
*******************************************************************************
Her little boy had finally done it ! After weeks of hard work and ignoring friends' pleas to "come play for atleast fifteen minutes" , he had finally aced his monthly tests. She was insanely proud of him, and thankful to have a son who valued his mother's approval over cricket. After all, he was just ten.
She planned on rewarding him tonight with a pizza and his favorite ice-cream. Thinking about how she would go through labour pain & those difficult initial months of raising a new born for days like these - days full of pride - she picked up her purse and car keys & set out. She would pick her son up from school where he was training to be selected for the school cricket team, and surprise him by driving to the famous eatery street. All his favorite shops were there, they would have a great time.
She smiled inwardly and turned on the ignition.
********************************************************************************
After months of their boss breathing down their necks , and virtually no personal lives ; their team had finally done it . The contract was theirs. In a moment of sheer unheard-of generosity, the boss declared a party night. They would get crazy drunk, maybe split some hair at the hep Karaoke bar across the street and go to work late the next morning- including the boss. This contract was going to make a big difference - they had their work cut out for them- but tonight was not the night to think about that. They were going to raise hell tonight and make up for all missed dinners, every angry spouse who complained of being loved less than "this job".
Their favorite hangout was just across the street, bustling with life - there were so many good restaurants in the same lane, it was always busy and overcrowded. Laughing at each other & soaking in their success , they set out for the bar. They couldn't stop smiling - it had been a good day, it was going to be an awesome night.
********************************************************************************
The busiest street in the city was the obvious choice. It was noisy and crowded 24x7, sometimes till the early morning hours. There were so many famous places people flocked to at night - bars, nightclubs, bakeries , restaurants. All types of people - kids, young lovers, families, groups of friends, tourists - were there in droves. Guaranteed the maximum headcount in numbers.
That was where the bomb was.
************
If only we were a species that could let the happy people be happy, without feeling the compulsion to drag them in the world's collective misery, it would be such a good time to be alive in.
Whenever they saw others bickering about things, they secretly prayed to God to thank Him for each other. Finishing each other's sentences had become a habit. It was the kind of love they had always dreamed of having.
Tonight was their third wedding anniversary. They had planned this evening at the spur of the moment and decided to meet after work at the street with some of the best restaurants in the city.
He bought her favorite flowers. She applied the lipstick he loved on her. And they set out for their meeting place - happy about the date, happy about their life, just happy.
*******************************************************************************
Her little boy had finally done it ! After weeks of hard work and ignoring friends' pleas to "come play for atleast fifteen minutes" , he had finally aced his monthly tests. She was insanely proud of him, and thankful to have a son who valued his mother's approval over cricket. After all, he was just ten.
She planned on rewarding him tonight with a pizza and his favorite ice-cream. Thinking about how she would go through labour pain & those difficult initial months of raising a new born for days like these - days full of pride - she picked up her purse and car keys & set out. She would pick her son up from school where he was training to be selected for the school cricket team, and surprise him by driving to the famous eatery street. All his favorite shops were there, they would have a great time.
She smiled inwardly and turned on the ignition.
********************************************************************************
After months of their boss breathing down their necks , and virtually no personal lives ; their team had finally done it . The contract was theirs. In a moment of sheer unheard-of generosity, the boss declared a party night. They would get crazy drunk, maybe split some hair at the hep Karaoke bar across the street and go to work late the next morning- including the boss. This contract was going to make a big difference - they had their work cut out for them- but tonight was not the night to think about that. They were going to raise hell tonight and make up for all missed dinners, every angry spouse who complained of being loved less than "this job".
Their favorite hangout was just across the street, bustling with life - there were so many good restaurants in the same lane, it was always busy and overcrowded. Laughing at each other & soaking in their success , they set out for the bar. They couldn't stop smiling - it had been a good day, it was going to be an awesome night.
********************************************************************************
The busiest street in the city was the obvious choice. It was noisy and crowded 24x7, sometimes till the early morning hours. There were so many famous places people flocked to at night - bars, nightclubs, bakeries , restaurants. All types of people - kids, young lovers, families, groups of friends, tourists - were there in droves. Guaranteed the maximum headcount in numbers.
That was where the bomb was.
************
If only we were a species that could let the happy people be happy, without feeling the compulsion to drag them in the world's collective misery, it would be such a good time to be alive in.
