All he remembered was that deafening noise. And the fire. It was everywhere. One moment he was talking to her on the phone, the next moment he was on the road bleeding and staring at a person who stared back at him with cold bloody eye’s.

It took him a moment to realize what happened. There was smoke everywhere. And fire. People, vehicles, trees….everything was burning.

The busy market had turned into a war field.

People screaming for help, limbs scattered around, a child’s doll smeared with someone’s blood. That was all he could see.

Blood. Everywhere.

He tried moving but there was something stopping his legs. He tried to get up, only to see a woman lying dead on his feet. He tried to push her away.

He wiggled his toes. That was a good sign. Despite the shock he could feel his toes.

He turned the woman’s body and screamed in horror. She was the lady with a baby girl in her arms who he had let get ahead of her in the line. She was here to get a birthday cake for her daughter. “It’s her first birthday”, she had told her beaming with happiness.

He looked around and saw the little girl. He crawled to her and checked her pulse. It was faint. He heaved a sigh of relief.

His head was spinning. People rushed in to find any survivors. A paramedic came rushing to him. He pointed at the little girl. Two people had to support him to make him stand up. He was much too shocked to reply to any of their questions.

Home. He wanted to get back home. It was their anniversary. He wanted to be with her. She would be waiting.

Her face was the last thing that his mind conjured up before darkness took over.




He tried to move his head. His body felt like lead. There was something constantly beeping. He wanted that to stop. And far away he could hear a woman hysterically crying and saying “Is he going to be OK?”.

Why was this woman crying….and what was happening. He tried to decipher her words. He wanted to open his eye’s and see who it was but that seemed too hard. He was too tired to open his eyes. All he wanted to do was sleep.




“The doctor’s are saying that he’s in shock, but his vital stats are fine. He just needs rest.”. That was all he heard before he drowned into deep sleep.




Somebody was touching his arm. He could feel a prick but he was too tired to say anything. Home. He wanted to go home.




He could feel somebody’s breath on his cheek. Somebody was holding him lightly and had fallen asleep with his head on his shoulder. He moved his head and that person’s hair brushed against his nose. He could smell vanilla.

He moved a little more and saw her sleeping. It was her. She was here! He touched her face and she woke up with a start.

“You woke up! Are you OK. I was so worried. You’ve been sleeping for almost 38 hours and I just…..”, she cried. He put his arms around her and hugged her.

“I love you”. That was all he could say.

“I love you too”, she sobbed.

Home. That was what he remembered. He had wanted to go home. He was going home when that explosion took place. Home.

There in the hospital, with all the scary machines and tubes attached to him, he hugged her like there was no tomorrow.Β He held on tightly to her, realizing how home was anywhere he could be with her.

He closed his eyes and silently thanked god.

He was back with the love of his life, and it felt good to be back home.



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