I am in Delhi as I write this post, the time now is 5 mins past 10 and I just returned after some shopping and visiting a few friends. I was in Sarojini Market earlier today in the noon around three o' clock, bought little blinking lights on my way to AIIMS.

I was on my way back when the bombs went off (circa quarter to six) and after a few mins, cell phones began to ring all over, relatives, friends calling each other to find out if everything is all right. Vehicles went off road to the stop on the sides and the roadside PCO's got flooded. I am living very close to Govindpuri and thus geographically I was close to two of the three bomb locations.

I have never felt emotionally disturbed because of bomb blast news earlier, but today, It shook me. I had met a lot of people in cheerful holiday mood today everywhere, particularly in the markets. I keep trying not to think of the fate of little children and old people I had just met in the markets, the women in bright dresses, smiles abound, teenaged girls looking around for a good deal, might now just be mutilated charred bodies borne on stretchers.

I don't feel lucky, rather, I feel disgust and anger. Too emotive to put them down in words, perhaps another time.
Who ever did this had done their homework well. They have consciously chosen the busiest areas: worse, these are areas frequented by the middle class. Paharganj has a large population of foreigners, particularly of the backpacking type.

As I come to terms with these blasts, I resolve to devote yet more blogging time for terrorism related topics; Tomorrow morning, I plan to visit Safdarjung hospital where I have good friends working to access the Casualty situation and find out about people who have been admitted. And I hope I will have something to post about.

Never forget.