The Black Day.
It was a beautiful sunny morning like every weekend. Little kids playing in the park, couples cozying in each others arms busy in their own small romantic world, few peoples were relaxing by reading books or just lying around. Some families were enjoying their outdoor breakfast young old together with chatting, laughing. Everything was perfect with the blue sky, cool breeze and chirpy birds on the trees adding more beauty to the beautiful day and then one piercing sound with black smoke changed everything.
The blue sky filled with the scared birds flying far away by the sound of the blast. The park was filled with smoke, blood and bodies of innocent peoples were scattered everywhere. Everything happened in a split second. It was a suicide bomb attack. Clueless what kind of happiness or victory one gets by taking innocent life. I wish and pray such incidents should stop in every part of the world.