The day was like any other -- everybody was going about their business ... rushing to meetings, hailing cabs, chatting with friends, laughing ... D and I were on the train heading into central London when the announcement came on reminding us that there will be a 2 minute silence in rememberance of the 7-7 bombings last year ... Has a year already gone by? What a chaotic day that was - I'll never forget the anxiety that built up as I was stuck in a train, waiting for news - my family and friends desperately trying to contact me to make sure that I was ok - everyone reaching out to each other to comfort & console ...
D & I walked out of of the train and were on the platform when everyone stood still ... London had come to a stop. I was amazed at the stillness in the station but I desperately wanted to catch a glimpse of what it was like in the city -- what a powerful feeling to have everybody stopped at the same moment of time - remembering ... whether it was remembering the exact event, their friends, their family ... what it all means ... why it all happened ... what can be done to make this world a better place ... whatever it was ... everybody was in it together ... and I could truly feel the power of silence.
