Trapped

More poetry up… Trapped

On an unrelated note, I’ve been reading up on the situation in Iran. Apparently the sound of gun fire could be heard all though the night and well into the morning.

Reminded me of just a few months back when, following a report of an attack by an LTTE aircraft, the power was cut off in Colombo and the outskirts, while the Sri Lankan forces randomly shot into the gloomy evening sky.

At home we could hear the firing like explosions in the distance, with the glass sliding doors rattling along with every kaboom. I know it doesn’t quite compare to what’s happening in Iran but, it’s the detachment I felt while reading it, that motivated me to write this quick post.

Last year when I worked on a story about the riots between the Palestinians and Israelis, I felt a sense of empathy… While I still can empathize with them I can’t help feeling a certain degree of detachment… which feels good. Yes, it sounds terribly wrong but what I mean to say is -it’s good to know we won’t be experiencing that anytime soon (hopefully).