13 September- A black day
After Jaipur, Bangalore, Ahemdabad, it was Delhi in the cross hairs. Saturday's blast have been the most terrifying so far, not for the no. of people killed and injured, but how how close it has come to us. I remember, two weeks before the explosion, I had stood at the same bus stop, where one of the bombs later went off. What if the blast had taken place that day. Would I still be writing about it? Or would I have been read about? The blast were like a bolt from the blue. It was heart rending to see the wounded and the grieving people on the news channels. It wasn't necessary to have known any of the victims. The tears kept rolling down my cheeks. The targets on Saturday evening included symbols of the emerging, everyday India. An upscale market, a movie theatre, a sprawling park, the popular hub at India gate. Saturday evening for most people, is to rejuvenate after a tiring week. But this time the weekend revelry turned into tragedy. It now transpires that Delhi was in the c...