Another day, another blast. Chappy was somewhat incompetent this time around. By all accounts he didn't take anyone else with him. I passed by the bomb-blast location around the same time (give or take thirty minutes), it seems luck is with me today. Since I'm going to Karachi again in a few hours, I suppose I don't have to worry about this particular demon anymore. That said, concerned friends tell me I should find myself a cheap dummy phone to carry around in my bag ready to hand over in case I get held up.
What a joy the Land of the Pure is to live in aaj kal.