It was evening. That day, I took the usual train from Dadar station to go to my office in Malad. After the train crossed Khar, the blast occurred. I was in the second-class compartment, standing at the door, and was thrown off the train. I suffered a fracture in the leg had to be hospitalised for a fortnight.

Then, for two months, I had to undergo treatment as my leg took time to heal. It was a painful experience, but I feel I was lucky to have been left with a fractured leg. Nothing compared to what many, many others have had to suffer.

I remember the day vividly. Initially, no one knew what had happened. Only when we saw a compartment completely blown apart did we realise what had happened. Several people around me were badly injured and bleeding profusely.

It started raining and all the telephone lines were jammed. We couldn’t call anyone. I wasn’t able to get in touch with my parents. But there were people on the platform and nearby buildings who gave us water and eatables; they were all were very helpful. People got into the compartments to help people out... rushed the injured to the hospital.

I fell on the tracks and felt a pain in my leg. I couldn’t walk. People helped me get to the Santacruz station and into an autorickshaw. After about two hours, I reached home. My mother was worried as she knew I would be on that train. My parents took me to a doctor, who told me I had fractured my left leg.

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