A 'shot' of adrenaline

This morning I woke up to the sounds of gun fire. Not one or two shots but multiple bouts of rapid firing. For a second or two i lay on my bed making sure i wasn't dreaming. Just last night i was talking to Amit about how we had gone to a remote village in Rajasthan to watch papa during his field firing exercise. This wasn't a dream, those sounds were for real. I tried waking up Amit "do you hear firing?" I don't know, he replied groggily and went back to sleep.

Rat-ta-ta-ta-tat .... there's that sound again. I jumped out of bed, quickly checked on Ayaan and went to the balcony. The streets were eerily quiet. No sirens no helicopters. What the fuck! I checked the local news.. ok so the police foiled two terrorist attempts in Sweden. Was this the third? A surprise attack? But why were there no cops on the street? Why hadn't they cordoned off the area? Why no ambulance? What was going on? And all this while in the background there was intermittent firing.

I checked online if there was a firing range close by. There was.. but an indoor one. Damn. What was going on outside...and why werent there more people looking out of their balconies?

"That's not normal! I screamed in my head.

And just like that it stopped. Silence...But still no sirens. Somethings amiss.

Amit came out.. saw the perplexed look on my face and said "They probably are just drilling some rocks."

Drilling rocks? oh! The tunnelbana.

hmmmm...

Coffee, i need coffee.