The dark times are here again.. ...The nights of turmoil and uncertainties. The red moon is just an embellishment to the burning city sky-line. The fires are spreading and the roads are reverberating with the sounds of fire-engines , hurrying helter skelter towards a direction unknown. These are dark times - there should have been the sound of Dhaak filling the air and not the jarring fire-engine bells. There should have been the fireworks lighting the sky and not the gunshots spraying the walls with blood. The wait begins - will he come home or will I never see him again...The past revisited after decades. The only difference is that the mobiles beep to bring in the tidings and the places of hiding.... Why can't we leave our youngsters alone ? To enjoy their lives?