The Spirit of Bombay

How many times have we heard this before, when this city rises tall in the face of calamities such as bomb blasts, riots and the more recent rain bashing. So when the so called spirit of Bombay is applauded, it makes one feel utterly proud of belonging to what is made out to be this great plethora that is the milk of human kindness. But what happened last weekend has really stirred up all sorts of emotions and forces one to think. A city that was once considered one of the safest for women, witnessed a gruesome murder in broad daylight and barely anyone tried to stop the assailant. Why? Where was the spirit of Bombay then? Where were all those people who saved others from drowning, from starving in a difficult time merely days ago? All this really leaves me wondering as to what is really the true colour of my city.