Saturday, 2 April 2016
“I am safe. Do not worry. Take care dear. Bye” he had messaged the same morning after the twin attacks.
Happiness embraced me the very moment when he declared his project is soon going to be over by next month.
Our four month old chuckled in joy as if waiting to hug his daddy dear for the first time.
The news channels kept on roaring about the twin blasts engulfing the city with smoke.
And I wondered about those who never got the chance to bid even goodbye.
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