It was 11:30 pm. I was on my way to a surprise party for a close friend, organised by her young daughter. She had made elaborate plans: inviting 30 guests, packing off the parents to see Dostana, while she ordered in pizzas and snacks. Then the news came.
The city had been attacked by terrorists, a channel reported. Another channel screamed that the city was surrounded. Panic spread. My driver thought at first that it was an FM radio jockey’s joke. But he soon realised the gravity of the situation. Of course, we were in north Mumbai, in the faraway western suburbs, while the attack had taken place in south Mumbai, at least 30 kilometres away. Reporters were talking about gun-toting men running amuck with hand grenades, a bomb in the railway station near the domestic airport, another in a hospital. It all sounded so surreal and filmy that few even believed it.