I witnessed the 2011 Jaipur bomb blasts in the flesh.
We were buying jewelry at a bazaar. A had just had had a tiff with M. G asked me if I wanted to have lassi, but since I was not in a good mood (and also hate lassi), I refused. Turns out my aversion to that particular dairy product saved us that day. Three minutes later, a bomb went off in the bazaar.
We had not gone far, we were in the next market shopping for shoes. I never get shows my size, but one vendor promised me that he had a pair. Suddenly, we heard a noise but we dismissed it, assuming that it might have originated at a nearby construction site. Couple of minutes later, people started run towards the shop we were at. Some ran past us shouting. Others went in a different direction. A took my hand and we started to run. A dialog from my favorite movie "Bhago!" popped into my head. We managed to escape unscathed, but I did get a souvenir. A small comb that had attached itself to my shirt in the kerfuffle.
It was surreal.