Ok, this is something which has to find a vent, coz now I am beyond the numbness, the sick feeling in my heart. And I am feeling angry for maybe stupid reasons, or all the wrong reasons. Sabina Sehgal Saikia is one of the many many who died at Taj. I know, there are so many more, so why am I just talking about her? I didnt know her personally, I would not even have known her name had I not been following her weekly column in ToI. I had come to look forward to her taking apart a new eatery/tony restaurant/junk food joint in her column, or praising it cautiously. I had, , in my naive, inane way, started to think that there was a similarity in the way our wits talked. I laughed at the way she described how her husband, whenever he ate spicy food, would need a dose of Zintac, the hubby, as she referred to him. There were certain references about the kids as well, who would freak out whenever she would go and check out a fast food joint.
On Thursday and Friday, I saw the man who was not so fond of spicy food, and got to know his name, Shantanu. This was when he was talking to Rajdeep at CNN IBN about her disappearance at Taj, and how the last text he got from her was, "They are in my bathroom". It was a hell of a way to make his acquaintance, and to know about their 2 kids, who along with their father were making trips to hospital morgues to look at the body of dead women. And today, news has come in. She is dead.

Somehow this has brought it all home. I am feeling as if I have lost one of my own, down and out, yet angry...