It seemed like just another day to me here in New York; I reached work and entered a meeting at 9.30 am. The meeting went on till about 2 pm and that's when I had a moment to check some calls I had missed since morning. Strangely, all the calls were from my girlfriend, I immediately called her back and that's when I learnt what was going on in Mumbai. As soon as I heard the news I had a sick feeling in my gut, as though someone had just punched the wind out of me, I didn't even know how to react. I rushed to my desk and was horrified by the images I saw online. I called my parents and was relieved to find out they were OK. I couldn't help but imagine what could have gone wrong had this been a day sooner. Until Monday my father used to take the train to Churchgate (he is an occasional train commuter, usually drives to work), on Tuesday he drove to his other office in Vikhroli.....that very evening the blasts happened. I had bad thoughts all day and some bad dreams that night, it was hard to fathom what had transpired, and it was even harder to be so far away from home.
God bless Bombay and its people.....I love my city for whatever she is and I know she will come through.
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