Hands folded, head bowed down before the deity, bells rung, chants whispered and the auspicious vibe of being in a temple; all of it was forgotten among the mindless chatter of city life. Until the day I was blinded by the traffic lights; like a deer caught in the headlights I saw my end approaching and I thought of you; My Creator, The Almighty.
My mind reeled back to the time when I was a child and my father held my hand and took me to see the miracle worker. How excited I was to meet the one my family worshiped, the one who solved everyone's problems and had the answer to every prayer but instead i found a piece of rock. I couldn't help but feel disappointed for having put my faith in an inanimate object.
Now 40 yrs later, I see my faith reappear as I wish for this to be a near death experience and not a real death. As I wish for you to have mercy on me and forget my treachery over the yrs, accept me as one of your children and give me another chance.
In this terror stricken state I feel my lips move and suddenly realize I'm whispering the Gayatri Mantra that my mother made me cram when I was 4.
As I stood there in the middle of the road, mumbling like a lunatic, the car that was destined to take my life away, circled around me and left me without even a scratch. I avoided my fatal end by a split-second; had I moved a single inch further I would have met you a lot sooner than I intended to. But it was not my day, not my time.
You made me motionless yet jolted life back into me.
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