When the thunder of Agni’s chariot splits the heavens, the owl questions not the storm's origin, but hoots in the dark hoping to halt dawn..........Did the serpent wait for the mongoose's certificate before it struck ? Nay........The blade needs no trial when truth is its whetstone.
You ask.....why now ? why not then ? But O seeker of convenient confusion know this.............The cosmic dance of Karma does not twirl to your timeline......... The reckoning arrives not when the guilty flee, but when the divine pointer hovers, and says now.
As for ‘random buildings’ even Lord Vishwakarma chuckled.........When your ivy blooms bullets, and your scholars chant Kalashnikov mantras, expect convocations signed in brimstone...........Verily, the boom speaks clearer than a thousand dossiers.
He who shelters the arsonist must not complain of smoke in his sanctum.