I wanted to do a super-excited account of our Vegas trip here. But I have no words for that now. The world seems to have turned topsy-turvy in the four days I was away. My beloved city is at war. And I am very very scared.
My parents live less than a mile away from one of the blast sites. My dad came home a few minutes before the blast. He was just in when they heard a loud noise outside. So they switched on the television only to watch the nightmare unfold onscreen.
I heard some colleagues discuss something about Mumbai in hushed voices in office. Walked back to my desk with a thumping heart and opened Google news. Nothing in the US section. Clicked on the India section and read the horrifying breaking news in disbelief. Called up my parents immediately. They were shaken but safe.
We were to leave for Vegas in a few hours. I had no wish to go. But the tickets were booked and non-refundable. And our families were safe. What do you do under such circumstances? Carry on with life I guess. But with a heavy heart. And a constant urge to look across your shoulder.
Several people in Vegas asked us about India. ‘Is your country safe?’, they wanted to know. I wish I could have answered with a confident yes. A few years ago, I would have. Yesterday, I couldn’t. I think back to the beautiful Mumbai of my childhood. Will we ever feel safe again? I am not sure.