It is like any ordinary rotten street in a city, where too much traffic is racing by. Where too many people walk at random, not focussed and with similar routine. Where just once someone tries to beat this pattern, frolic by a summer sun and capturing the day with smooth curves of a racing bicycle. It is that day that another mother lost her son in our street today.

Such a day where mourning people make you gasp for air, when you – like any other ordinary day step too late out of your office. This day where you seek the teared eyes of his friends and family, loved ones. This day, when you embrace her and cry with The Other Mother who lost her son in our street today.

And go home – to hug yours.