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She was waiting for him in the cafeteria. It was 6.00 pm already. She wondered why he must have called her up? what would be the emergency? and now that she is here where is he? It was already an hour tht she was waiting for him. She glaced across the cafeteria, wall lamps with floral designs burning, a guitar in the corner of the room waiting to be played, couples sitting on the other corner with a cup of cappacino, there were group of friends adgacent to her table just left from college discussing on the current issue of the blast happening in Mumbai and across India. They were discussing about terror attacks and involvement of nations in these attacks.

It was 7.00 pm now still there was no communication from his side. She tried calling his cell but found it switched off. She even called up their common friend but she too couldn't give the hint where he would be as she was out of town for some work. After waiting for two hours she went home and thought she would try calling him in sometime.

As soon as she reached home. She switched on her answering machine what she heard gave her the shock of life. It just said "He is dead". Train blasts in mumbai killed him. He was coming to meet her but he couldn't make up. She couldn't think or speak anything. She loved him. She really did, wht if they broke off few months back they still were friends but she loved him and now that he is no more with her she felt a vacume created inside which never would fill up through out her life....