Insecure....

Yesterday was a bomb call at the nearby HP office and the atmosphere around for an outsider must have looked like that of a fair. HP guys were all outside and having fun but we were in a dilemma. The pessimistic thinking was that if bomb blasted and if it is a powerful one, our building also may explode. So fifth floor, which protrudes more, became a highly insecure place and a couple of my colleagues were really earnest in urging us to take care of our lives. I stayed back, of course.It felt more like a rehearsal for the coming days to me.

Two operations are over on my Uncle but no concrete hopes yet. He's not able to move his limbs much but is all eager to return home. Nobody wants to take a chance with that, with his stubbornness and negligence with his health. I hope he'll be able to walk on his own at least. Oh, this is bad....