Libya was at Dhamayanthi's doorstep, with Geeta caught there during the battle between the protestors and loyalists. 
From mid February, everyone was anxious about her safety. She could be reached intermittently and times when she could not be reached were nerve racking moments. Her assurances that she was safe fell on deaf ears. 
Her arrival on the 8th finally gave us all some peace. Her narration of events as they unfolded reads like Alistair Maclean's war adventures. The images of grenade pounded walls of her home, bullet holes in a neat shot through 15 of her friend's clothes in the wardrobe, sound of jet planes flying overhead, the journey to Tripoli, the care taken by the Indian embassy and her safe journey to India are vivid and heart stopping. 
I wonder if any of us has been through such a tense situation, when you don't know if you would ever see your loved one, give him/her a warm hug or smell the fragrances of your home town and the simple familiar walls of your home.