The saddest time

Have been away, stuck with work, coming home too tired to do anything except go to bed. I just wish that that's what all the people killed in Bombay could still do - have a tough day at work, a frustrating time in traffic and then come home in time to bitch about their colleagues to their best friend in the whole world.

I didn't sleep at all last night, walking up and down, my heart sinking and this feeling that something terrible had happened.

I had a dream a couple of nights ago about one of the people killed at the Taj. I dreamt I saw her standing beside my bed, and I jumped up in joy and surprise, saying : "oh my God! You're safe! How wonderful! Oh I'm so glad you're alive!'

And that's all that I can do now. I hope that wherever you are, all of you, you're safe and quiet finally. You all deserved to be alive today, and your families do not deserve this burden of grief that they will carry for the rest of their lives.

And I also think that it's terrible that those who murdered all these people probably never thought for even a moment that they were doing a very wrong thing. They died thinking that they were doing the right thing. And there is such a thing as wrong and right. This is a moral universe.