This is a chaotic scene at Barakhambha Road in Delhi. This is the same road from where I boarded the buses for Noida for last 2 weeks. And I didnt go this week to meet my friend. Call it fate or something else. If I had gone, who knows, I may not have been writing this.
I did get a few calls after the blast enquiring about my well being, which made be believe that there are a few who would have been affected if any misfortune had happened. Though, we always feel shattered, emptiness, hollowness, anger, sympathy, pain when ever anything of this sort happens, this feeling evaporates in thin air as soon as we get a deadline to complete the coding of a module by your boss in office. But this blast me realize:
-the danger is closer than it appears
-misfortune may be just on the other side of the road
Just think, that one of the pictures of people in the photo might have been mine, just another innocent victim of crime.
This piece is not meant to scare anybody. You ask me - am I scared? I say blatantly 'Yes'. Yes, I fear and I am scared. But more about the society and the atmosphere I live in than myself. I am scared more about the impending doom that is looming large, unless, unless......................