I have a habit of walking into trouble. I don’t know if it is my bad luck that I’m invariably at the wrong place at the wrong time. After the serial train blasts in July 2006, I found myself in the middle of another nightmarish situation on Wednesday.

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I was cursing the peak-hour rush and potholed roads near Dr Antonio D’Silva School near Dadar. The pheriwalas were doing brisk sales and office-goers were muscling their way to wards Dadar station. Suddenly,  there was a deafening sound — not once, but twice. The first blast was followed by a relatively lower one. But it was enough to create panic.

I could see people running for their lives amid huge billows of smoke everywhere. There were cars with broken windows, damaged shops and injured people. The sight was depressing.

Mihir is a sports correspondent with DNA