The sequence of events of 25th June 2024 fails me. I saw a lot. Those following the events of the day from TV sets at home say a lot more happened. And now I harbour the guilt of forgetting. Maybe this is my brain’s way of making sense of this day. Or maybe the memories, just like every other, are fading with time. I try to hold onto whatever I remember, hoping this small, inadequate act is enough to honour those we lost.