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A Wonderful Gift - Part 3
"The other side of the Mirror"


Meanwhile, at the other end of the shore, Ravi, a young man was walking. Something was glittering at some distance before him in the moon light. He walked towards it and picked it up. It was the mirror. He had a glance at it. He didn't see his reflection, as he had expected.

He saw the clock on the wall it showed 12.15 PM and it showed the date as 15th Monday.He saw a young woman rushing in an auto*. But, the auto driver by mistake turned his vehicle into one way. Suddenly, a bus ran over the auto. They both were killed on the spot.

Her face appeared to be very familiar to him. Suddenly, he remembered in shock that she is none other than his wife, Priya. He ran towards the nearest phone booth. But, it was engaged. He had a glance at his whrist watch. It showed 9:15 PM. It started pouring down heavily.
He was loosing his patience. He pulled the door of the phone booth.

"What? can't you see i am talking to someone over the phone?" cried the stranger, inside the phone booth.

"I see...but...I have to make an call my wife and it's very urgent!" he said.

"Ok...I will call you back just now..bye..." he said, keeping the phone down and coming out of the phone booth, "Make it fast."

He ringed up his residence number. The phone was ringing but no one picked it up. He tried again.But, he couldn't get the line. He tried to reach her mobile. But, she had switched it off. He got into a taxi. He asked the driver to take him to the airport as fast as he could.

In the airport, He again ringed up the residence number and as well her mobile.But, it was of no use.

He bought the air ticket to his place in the next flight. He really loved his wife more than any one else. He wanted to save her at any cost.

"God, please let her live.I can't live without her in my life. For I love her so much !" he prayed.

Inside the flight, he remembered, before his marriage, a fortune teller had predicted that his future wife would die in an accident one night, while returning home.

"Is there no way I can save her?" he asked, the fortune teller.

"There will be a way.But, let me warn you that you can't change the destiny." said the fortune teller.

"I think I can change my destiny." He replied.

"Let's see that too." said the fortune teller, "If you do that then I will change my profession."

"Then decide the next profession. I will be right back, someday." he replied.

The prediction seemed to be coming true. But, he would try his best to save her.

He looked at the mirror once again desperately.

Now he saw the left engine of the plane burst into flames and then the right engine too burst and both stopped working.

The plane crash landed on a paddy field.

No one survived, except him. He saw derbis scattered everywhere in the field.

Immediately, he got up and went and told the pilots that he had a terrible dream. He explained them what he had seen.He also told them that his dreams came true in the past too.

"Don't worry sir. Nothing like that is going to happen." said one of them.

"It is going to happen and then you will not remain to regret it. You will be responsible for the deaths of the innocent passengers.." He cried, going back to his seat.

"What the hell are you doing ?" cried one of the pillot, looking at his co-pilot.

"I am taking the plane down ! We are going to land." he said

"Are you crazy? how can you believe in what he says?" he cried.

"Let's live to regret it later." he said, looking at him.

The plane went down and down.

Suddenly, the left engine burst into flames and stopped working and sometime later the right engine gave away.

But, they succeded in landing the plane safely on a paddy field.

"God, dame, he was right !" cried the pilot, "Let's go and thank him."

Meantime, Priya was travelling by an auto to her home.

It was 12.14 PM in the midnight, the road was almost empty. Suddenly, the auto driver took a turn into a road and it happened to be an one way.

Suddenly, a bus coming at a speed of 60 kms / hour ran over the auto. Both of them died on the spot.

The pilots went and told the passengers what had happened.

Everyone started clapping their hands for him.But, there was no reaction from him. He was just staring at them.

Then someone patted on his shoulder and he fell down on the floor. He was dead. They thought perhaps, he died in the shock.

The newspaper had the headlines : " A man dreams of the plane crashing...he tells the pilots about the same...the plane lands on a paddy field everyone survives..except him."

"Unfortunately, his wife, Priya died in the road accident the same night."

"So, sad." said Sunjay, looking at Sanjana, handing her the paper.

"Yes, I wish you had that mirror and you could have saved them both." she replied, reading the paper.

"Yes, then atleast others wouldn't have had to read sad headlines like this again." he said.

Somedays later, Sunitha, his younger sister, opened the bag of her dead bother and found the mirror and she was surprised. Usually, he never used to carry any mirror with him.

She took the mirror and looked into it. She saw the gas stove switch ON. Her mother went towards the kitchen. She knew what might happen. She threw the mirror and it landed safely on the bed and rushed towards the kitchen as fast as she could and she cried :-

"Mother, don't switch on the...."

Her mother's finger reached the light switch and she pressed it ON and a big explosion was heard.What remained after the blast was the bed and the mirror intact on it.

Soon, firemen and newspaper reporter reached the spot.

Anita, a newspaper reporter clicked some snaps of that spot. He took the photo of the bed and found the mirror. She didn't have the time to look into the mirror. She liked it. So, she took and placed it in her bag and pulled the zip.

End of Part Three.



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The following comments are for "A Wonderful Gift - Part 3"
by g.s.vasukumar

Very rushed I didn't ever have enoough time to process what was going on in the story. A tip from me is try writing a story then leave it for a week. Then edit it and you will realize that it sounds like one big run on setence. Chill;)

( Posted by: chill [Member] On: September 16, 2003 )

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