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from India Insight:
I will have to respect the Indian Standard Time for once.
I was to meet a friend at five in the evening on the day of the serial bombings in New Delhi. But the meeting got delayed -- she could not leave office on time and my office elevator kept me waiting for twenty minutes.
We were chatting about good times together in college, how classmates have done well by themselves and making plans to catch up with other friends at the café inside a popular bookshop when the bomb at Barakhamba Road went off.
I had only read reports of how bombs exploded near cafes as people sat there sipping coffee discussing mundane things in life or shopped for household goods or just walked by. Never had I imagined that one day I would find myself in such a situation.
Within moments of the explosion, I saw people crowding the area, police men trying to control the situation and cameras furiously clicking away. The window panes of the cafe were shattered by the impact of the explosion and given that it was a low intensity bomb all of us in the place were safe.