Bilash K, a young and energetic man in his early thirties loves to spend time with street children. At one his visits to the nearby slums at Matunga on the evening of July 11 he heard about the blast. Shortly after the explosion, he received my phone call, then hurried to Matunga station to see if he could help the wounded. He was just staggered by the immensity of the loss around him. The two powerful blasts had reduced the station to a war-zone. Many lost their entire families. Limbs and body parts were scattered about in such a manner that it was impossible to identify a certain body. He spoke to several survivors at the station, 35 minutes after the blast. Here are their stories:
Rinku Dutta, 30, freelance artist: When I reached the Matunga railway station, it was difficult to recognize the station as it had been in the morning. I was supposed to take the train that ended up being bombed, but Providence saved me. I was entering the station to take the train when my cell phone rang. It was Mini, the friend I was taking the train to visit that evening, apologizing because she would not be able to get home early since she had some urgent work to do. I was naturally a bit upset. I had been looking forward to a fun evening. So I decided to walk around a bit and then go home. It was then I heard the big explosion and ran back to the station.
When I saw the blast wreckage, I was speechless and my body was shaking. The First Class compartment had been blown up like popcorn. I thank God and Mini for giving me a new life.



