Musings From My Heart's Canvas...

Its 9/11 and i cant stop myself from remembering the same day last year when i was able to witness the commemoration of the dreadful day 9 years ago which took the lives of so many innocent and highly skilled people. My office was located at the 14th floor of the 1st tower of the World Financial Center and the view of ground zero was absolutely clear from the window next to my cubicle. It was a busy rainy day in New York and my office had announced free breakfast and lunch to all employees as the traffic was going to be heavy owing to the visitors of the 9/11 site. I can clearly remember the large amount of people i spotted in and around my office building right from as early as 8:00 am in the morning. Usually while walking towards my office i would be crossing the World Trade Center Tower 7, the World Financial Center Tower 2 & 3 on one side and Ground Zero on the other and all these building being open to tourists, were always hustling with numerous photo enthusiasts with their SLRs or just people from other countries with maps of NYC in their hands and gaping with awe at Ground Zero and the posters bounding it. But on that particular day i couldnt escape noticing numerous numerous people not with SLRs and Maps but with flowers in their hands, with pictures of their loved ones who became ashes with the WTC, with rosary in their hands and never ending prayers on their lips, with eyes still searching for hidden embers or some signs of their loved ones...with may be never diminishing hope that one day some of their loved one will come alive from the ashes. It was a pathetic scene and i prayed that atleast some of those people's pains should get washed away with the rain in the hustle bustle of New York City that day. But i guess its not so easy that you pray and the next moment the pain ceases to exist...and i couldnt escape seeing how much pain and longing was present in the eyes and hearts of everyone present there. Even with the downpour refusing to halt for a single moment, not even a single person lost his patience but waited eagerly for his/her chance to get to the podium and offer their prayers for their departed ones...or may be touch the same place where their loved ones lost their lives. I cannot imagine what pain or loss they go thru each and every day of their lives...having lost a part of their lives to ashes, but seeing just their patience on a rainy day like that made me get a shiver within myself. It is very easy to sit on our confortable lazy boy recliners and watch news channel...but when we are in a place where the news is actually happening...its nothing less than experiencing a shock treatment in itself. 9/11 was a huge shock treatment for the whole world but it was more than just a shock for the ones who were affected...but even more than them the real victims are the ones who have been left behind...who have nothing else left but their ever searching eyes, their ever longing hearts and their ever hoping thoughts.