The Times They Are a Changin’

It had rained the day before. It was six in the morning. Mist hung over the city like a wet blanket on some boisterous elements. The silence was shattered by the thud of the paper landing on the porch. “Fifteen dead in blast” screamed the headlines. I should know, I was there. Yes, the past tense, is what you would have to use for me now. He was such a gem of a guy, a fantastic colleague, a good husband and doting father and other such accolades will flow in. A different matter that they wouldnt have been able to put together even a six sq cm piece of my ~22,000 sqcm body for my wife, kids and colleagues to see. All I would be is an empty urn.