Pain still lasts...n always will...

The pain still lasts,and always will....

It was a very usual day for me..morning college n then coming back n having a gr8 sleep..n not even bothering to look at the books....But by evening i realised that that day could have been the worst day of my life forever...It was 11th july 2006..a black day in the history of Mumbai...but indeed the darkest day of my life

The clock showed 6.30 pm..i called up dad as i usually used to to ask what do i make for you when u come back home to eat...the voice said.."u both eat..i will take time..will b back in an hour,right now in dadar"...and just about to finish this sentence...i heard..."BOOM"..As anyone could have thought in a simple way..."shayad the cellphone dropped down"..and i hung up..didnt pay heed to that voice that time

It was 7'o clock...mom called up from her office..."hey put on the tv..there's some serious problem..there have been serial blasts n...keep me updated..do u know anything about dad?did he call up ?"...and i knew then n there..the voice i didnt pay heed to..the voice that i believed would have been due to cellphone being dropped down...was nothing but the dreadful sound of a blast that may have killed my dad...i was repeating in my mind..."IT MAY HAVE,ITS NOT NECESSARY THAT IT COULD BE REALLY THE SAME THING THAT I WAS HOPING NOT TO BELIEVE"...but then i recollected the words my dad spoke.."right now in dadar"..and the earth below me just took a high...my heart just sank...i could do nothing but HOPE,that nothing could have been wrong,but he said he was in dadar..what if...????I was totally on phone for the next few hours..just HOPING n PRAYING n infinite number of times, tears rolling down my cheeks..with just an 8 year old sister at home with me..i could do nothing else...His phone wasnt reachable..my heart thumping with horror everytime i dialled his number..just wishing he was safe..n no one else recieved the call to give me any kind of a news..but just wanted to hear him once saying he is safe....

It was 9.30pm now,still i was shivering with no news with me..of my dad,of my mom..but was more worried for my dad coz I HEARD THAT DREADFUL SOUND WHEN THAT THING HAPPENED..9.45 pm..i saw the watch..still filled with fear..i heard my phone ringing..with some fear ,with some wish n loads of prayers..i recieved it.."yes,...ya...".The person on the other end was an NGO speaking.. "i am speaking from the Sion hospital,is this someone related to Vijay amin?...ya...ok so you are his daughter..please send someone here soon..ur dad is severely injured..he is serious.."i heard nothing but the word SERIOUS...and with a stone gulping sensation and my hand shivering so badly that i could even stand...i called up my mom..said her to go there with a heavy heart...but i couldn't just say that word..SERIOUS...After that communication,i was kept waiting for three days with just my small sister at home..no mom,no dad,neighbours being crowding at home to take care of us but with a bit of news from mom that dad is NOT serious

I would have cried n asked, prayed to GOD dont know how many times by that time,but with a satisfaction of he being safe,i had a sensation of well being after those dreadful 3 hrs...and smiled after a long time,feeling as it had been years of me smiling the last time...

No one can imagine the ordeal we went through,the ordeal we are going through,but as a family it has made us stronger and more bound together...

Today he's well,better than before,but still we as a family cant wash off those memories off our minds....but i feel thankful to god for giving him a second life...n today its been a year n want to say thank u god,for keeping us together, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD,I LOVE YOU