Life had taken a beating that day. Smiles had turned into sorrows. Faces were in shock, despair, unrecognizable as they lay in the pool of blood. No one knew about other fellow commuter’s life. A city that never sleeps was made to sleep that day. Mumbai was stabbed and murdered brutally by a terrorist attack.
It had made an international headline that day. TV channels read “Seven Bomb blasts on Mumbai’s trains”, “Seven bomb blasts rocked Mumbai’s lifeline”, “Mumbai rocked with a series of bomb blasts”. Shocking visuals were shown from the various blast spots on the TV. It was the day for prayers and mourning for the loss life.
(Sometime during the day, before the blasts)
The digital watch read 11th July, 2006 as he happily waited for the train to arrive at the platform. It was his big day today as he was going to receive his job confirmation letter from his employer. He again looked at the watch and smiled. He looked very happy. And as the train arrived, he boarded the train and grabbed a window seat. Sooner he plugged his ear phones into his ears and was enjoying the beautiful lyrics of the song and the phone ranged. He smiled and answered the call “Yes, I’ll meet you at 5 in the eve. Same place. Don’t be late ok. Bye.” His eyes were bright after the talk and was blushing since then. He got down at the station, went to his work place and collected the confirmation letter from his employer. He was ecstatic on receiving the letter in his hand. He called his parents and gave them the good news. His parents were also elated with joy.
He looked at his watch which read quarter to five, blushed again and waited at the place for the clock to struck five. And after few minutes, a beautiful young lady walking briskly waved at him. Eagerness to meet each other was clearly visible in their eyes. They both hugged each other and sat on the bench. They started conversing with each other and after sometime he stood up, bent down on his one knee, removed a rose from his pocket and proposed her. She immediately accepted the proposal and both were lost in their own world. It was a big day for both of them. After some time they bid good-bye to each other and started for their respective homes.
He boarded the train to reach his home. But little did he knew of his fate. Within minutes of his boarding the train, the coach in which he was sitting flew open and he was thrown some 50 meters away. A metal rod pierced through his body killing him instantly. That happy day for people in his life became the saddest day of their lives. A good son, a good lover and most importantly a good innocent person was murdered that day.
There are many such stories of love, love between a mother and son, father and daughter, husband and wife, kids and their parents etc. which have been buried and lost forever because of this coward act of murdering innocent people. Who knew that it would be the last time they would see their loved ones. The day can never be forgotten. Tears have stopped but the heart still cries, dying to see their loved ones.
It still sends not only me but many others a shiver down the spine who have witnessed this incident, the destruction, the force and power of the blast before losing their loved ones. It’s been SIX complete years since the tragedy struck Mumbai and still Mumbai, it’s people and the entire India is waiting for the murderers to be jailed and hanged.
Please note: This post is an homage to all those who have lost their lives due to blasts and a word of strength and courage to people who are still to come to the terms of staying without their loved ones.