Everyone was celebrating the beautiful evening of Jaipur, unaware of the approaching 12 minutes, that are capable of bringing the drastic changes in their life. Eight serial blasts, a short span of 12 minutes, turn the streets of beautiful pink city and the evening into red, not by utilizing some artificial colours or pigments, but by using the blood and flesh of humans.
Some voices which were reciting Bhajans with their full devotion and enthusiasm, has converted into the elegy of sadness. All happens, in a span of just 12 minutes.
The markets scattered in the radius of around two kilometers, were rocked by eight serial blasts leaving around 70 dead and 200 injured. The manless streets of Tripolia bazaar, Johari Bazar, Manas Chowk, Badi Choupal and Choti Choupal, themselves narrating the saga of these unfortunate 12 minutes.
Some voices which were reciting Bhajans with their full devotion and enthusiasm, has converted into the elegy of sadness. All happens, in a span of just 12 minutes.
The markets scattered in the radius of around two kilometers, were rocked by eight serial blasts leaving around 70 dead and 200 injured. The manless streets of Tripolia bazaar, Johari Bazar, Manas Chowk, Badi Choupal and Choti Choupal, themselves narrating the saga of these unfortunate 12 minutes.
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