The Delhi blast left behind smoke, screams, and shattered lives — but also cameras and chaos.
As rescuers searched for survivors, some TV reporters walked through the debris like a market, casually saying, “Oh, there’s a hand.”
In the rush to be first on air, humanity was lost.
Victims became visuals, grief became content, and compassion disappeared.
True journalism isn’t about showing pain it’s about feeling it.
Being first doesn’t matter if you forget to be human.
Because that day, in the rubble of Delhi, the soul of journalism broke a little too.
