A weird sense of paranoia had set in, and that walk I took seemed to be among the longest I’d taken. I am sure that a few others walking there that day might’ve shared that same feeling that I felt, and I can only guess. However, I have travelled by BMTC buses on umpteen occasions thereafter and the thoughts of the serial blasts had been relegated to the back of my mind.
It was only the first time that a certain sense of tension was present.
Now, I’m headed to Majestic tomorrow to board a train that heads to Mangalore for a cousin’s wedding. I am waitlisted for both the onward and return journey, and I will receive confirmation about my travel shortly.
After what happened in Mumbai’s CST, I must admit that I am feeling a bit jittery about going there, and that I would be prone to being extremely paranoid and on my guard. I have a strong feeling that nothing will happen, but that strong feeling of being unaffected by events seems to have gone for a toss after what our country has gone through over the past year in particular.
