how can hope and tragedy live next to each other as neighbors in the same narrow lanes… co-exist… almost as friends… each respecting the other’s space and yet knowing that they would stay together for ever… how do they make sense of their existence… one living to believe and the other just the end… I just don’t get it… don’t know how to make sense of them… can’t answer this for myself or for the children I love… what do I say when so many times i see how the two co-exist in each set of eyes that I so dearly know…