It was a fuse. A fuse brought my whole world crashing down. A fuse ended so many lives, on my birthday. On the day I was born my family died, fitting isn't it, only I lived. Mother always used to say people die every time a person is born because GOD says so but sometimes, he forgets to make sure somebody dies, so later on a casualty, a tragedy happens lives are lost to make up for the people who survived, in these tragedies, there is always a survivor. Somebody who saw death and lived. I used to believe her but now that I am the survivor, I don't believe anybody could do this to another without being full of spite and malice.
It was a fuse. Then I got a text from anonymous.