?In one building, the naked bodies of drowned babies, looking as if they were sleeping, were neatly laid out in rows.?
?Others cradled the dead in their arms, rocking back and forth inconsolably and kissing the victims' heads?
?When it came to burying their children, some parents used their bare hands or cooking utensils to scrape out graves in the earth.?
?Bloated bodies were floating in swimming pools, with soldiers using poles to retrieve them.?
?Soldiers in orange rubber gloves and white masks searched every building before loading the dead on trucks.?
?1500 passengers are believed to have died when their train was swept away, officials revealed last night.?
Most of my extended family lives around Madras, a region that has a death toll of close to 10,000 people. Luckily, everyone is fine but the selfishness of my concern for them and only them is still eating me up inside. 44,000 people died and I?m relieved. I know this is human nature ? we only care about events that have a direct impact on our meaningless lives. This world lost 44,000 people? 44,000 mothers, fathers, children, sisters, brother- gone.
I did the same thing during September 11th ? I called my friends and family and then had a big sigh of relief when I realized that everyone was fine and that my life would continue, relatively unchanged. Now, two days after this tragedy, the numbers are sinking in. What saddens me is the randomness of it all. No one is to blame, no terrorist can be smoked out, nothing can be done for equilibriums sake: we?re just left with the corpses of babies, lined up in rows whie their parents cradle their dead bodies in their arms.