The horror in Mumbai occurred for me as if it had happened in, say, Philadelphia, PA. I have only spent a couple of weeks in Mumbai, at the turn of the century by gosh, but such is the contrast between life in that seething city and the life anywhere else I have been, that it was stimulating in the way drinking concentrated fruit juice without first adding water brings one to full alertness. So as the story unfolded, of hotel guests being shot down where they stood, even little children, I could well imagine the scene. I had spent a week living in one of the luxury hotels involved, and lounging at the other enjoying colonial splendor as only a colonial could enjoy it.
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