This was published in today’s Mumbai Mirror.
Like a lot of people, I always remember precisely what I was doing at times like these. In 1993, I remember, we were in Bombay Hospital, when the first casualties from Dalal Street started pouring in, with head injuries and blood-splattered clothes, accompanied by their broker friends. Those days, without the kind of information dissemination we have now, it was all about rumors and for most of us, that was our first experience with terror of this kind.
On July 11, I was sitting and working at home, when someone casually mentioned some bomb blasts. For at least another half hour, we didn
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