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Soon after news of the Malviya Nagar blaze spread, members of the Aggarwal family scrambled to hospitals and mortuaries, clinging to hope as they searched for eight relatives who had been staying at the bed-and-breakfast.
Yogesh Aggarwal arrived at the AIIMS Trauma Centre around 3:30 p.m., flanked by his aunt, Sarita Devi. Sarita was searching for four family members, including her husband. Their faces carried the raw, bewildered resignation of people thrown suddenly into a nightmare — phones held tight, voices hoarse from calling every emergency number and checking every ward.
The scene around the trauma centre was chaotic and quiet at once: relatives huddled in small groups, exchanging fragments of information, while others paced the corridors as if motion could ward off dread. Some clutched crumpled ID cards; others held photographs of loved ones, fingers gently tracing faces as if to confirm they still existed somewhere beyond the smoke and rubble.
For Yogesh, the day had begun like any other. By late afternoon he found himself running from one hospital to another, the time between phone calls measured in breathless minutes. Sarita’s husband, a man known in the family for his steady hands and quiet manner, was among those unaccounted for. Each unconfirmed lead — a name called in the emergency ward, a covered stretcher moved down a corridor — tightened the knot in their throats.
Volunteers and hospital staff tried to help, guiding relatives through formalities while doing their best to offer reassurance. But in those first hours, official information was sparse and often contradictory. Families navigated a maze of entry forms, identification checks, and frantic phone lines, all while managing the small, human tasks that matter in crisis: arranging for transport, calling neighbours, consoling children who had been left waiting at home.
Outside the hospital, neighbours and friends set up a makeshift help point, passing water, tissues and updates. The community’s attempts to comfort one another — an arm across a shoulder, a hand pressed to a forehead — were small gestures against an immense loss, but they mattered.
As night fell, the search continued. The Aggarwals and other families remained in limbo, caught between hope and despair, waiting for news that would bring closure or worse. In those long hours, they held on to each other, drawing strength from shared memories and the stubborn belief that answers, however painful, would eventually come.