I was just eight years old, me and my mom used to cook Gajar ka halwa together in kitchen because I loved Gajar ka halwa. So dad was at the hospital we both went home. I and mom were preparing Gajar ka halwa and as usual I was peeping into her. I gave a call to Manisha. She asked, “How’s dad now? I replied, “He is doing well now I will leave for Delhi tomorrow. To which Manisha said, “don’t make any hurry to come I am okay. I’ll manage the house just look after dad and mom. And suddenly I could hear some noise and the phone got disconnect. I thought that you know typical town problems that the signals had went. So I didn’t try to call her back because eventually she was leaving for her office. I had already saddened her by saying that I was eating Gajar ka halwa and she was not going to have any Gajar ka halwa. I have already made her feel jealous about it. So I thought I shouldn’t call her now. Let her get jealous and then I’ll call her after sometime. I did not call her and we packed the Gajar ka halwa and planned to eat it together with dad at the hospital.
We three of us sat and there rings my phone. It’s Ritika, one of our close friend in Delhi. Her husband Rahul, myself and manisha we used to hang together quite a few days in Delhi. Our weekends went like few weekends in our house and few weekends in their house. So eventually Ritika gave me a call and ask me, “Where are you?” “Jalandhar”, I replied. And she was like, “Where is Manisha? Jalandhar right?”. “No she is in Delhi,” I replied. And then there was just five minute silence. She was not answering my questions. I was saying that, “What happened? Why are you asking about Manisha at this hour of the day? What has happened tell me?” and then she hangs up the call I tried calling Rahul Ritika’s husband. So Rahul couldn’t control and he just starts crying and tells me that there’s a bomb blast at the Goodluck café just a few meters away from our building. I was crest fallen I could imagine all of it but actually I didn’t want to imagine it. I’m pretty sure that she is all well. But how do I get to know. I couldn’t reached her. Her phone was switched off. I couldn’t connect to any of the people from our building. What I was supposed to do. I took the next flight to Delhi. I landed Delhi and I could see the police all over the airport. There was tight checking and it took me almost an hour to leave the Delhi airport. I was very impatient by that time and hoping that manisha is all well.
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