Exactly one year ago today, Ahmedabad lost its soul.
I was on my way near the airport for some work, thinking it was just another afternoon. It was a slow day. The city was quiet people were eating lunch, attending meetings, planning their evening, living completely normal lives.
Then, the world shattered.
I didn’t see the Air India plane go down. But
The sudden, deafening wave of chaos. The endless, screaming sirens of ambulances and police cars. The raw, unfiltered panic in the air. You couldn't see the crash from where I was, but you could feel the collective heartbreak of a city realizing what had just happened.
You won’t believe how fast a city of millions can go completely numb. Whole Ahmedabad was in shock. It felt like the city itself died that day. The laughter stopped. The traffic stopped. Life stopped.
We were never the same after that afternoon.
For days, every discussion led back to the same tragedy. Every family imagined, “What if it was us or someone we knew?”
A year has passed, and the world expects us to just move on, to treat it like a tragic date on a calendar. But how do you heal when the air still feels heavy?
To every family that was broken that afternoon we have not forgotten you. Ahmedabad has not forgotten you.
Life goes on, but a piece of this city stayed in that wreckage.
Rest in peace.