Deb's P.o.v
My breathing is ragged and strained. Every breath I take and release hurt a little more. I feel choked and my throat burns. My head hurts. I try to open my eyes but a bandage wrapped around my head obstructs them. I adjust the bandage and open my eyes. My hole body is broken and it pains as if it has been put into a blender and ground.
I take some time to gather where I am. Why does everything hurt so much? Is this a bad dream? I slowly open my eyes partially and look at the ceiling above. It's not familiar. Then it strikes me. The Chandni Chowk blast.
It all comes back to me. The noise,the people,the blood,the cut limbs,the mangled remain of people,cars,and building. It is lot harder this time. I can think more clearly. I had almost died.
'Deb?'a female voice says.'Are you okay?'
I look at her and my eyes light up. She is like a shot of morphine that takes every bit of pain away. I feel alive.
'Yes,' I say,feebly.
I look at her and I am mortified. She has tears in her eyes and it looks like she has been crying since a long time. Did something happen to me? I force my aching neck to move a little and look at the bed that I lay on. I try to move all my hands and legs. I am not maimed or paralysed. I have just a few bruises here and there. I was lucky.
'What happened?' I ask
'There was a terrible blast in Chandni chowk,' she says.
'Eighty nine people are dead till now.'
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