Divine Intervention

Was a long long day. Almost 90Kms of intra-city riding…most of it in the rain.

Caught in the middle of Chembur-Sion jam…I wipe my hand on my jeans and notice to my horror….the golden snake had disappeared. Damn! It couldn’t have just slipped off cos’ of the rain.

It couldn’t be true. It was worth a decent fortune….one could consider it to be in the family heirloom category.

Had met my sister for dinner and mid-way through dinner, she had asked me for the ruby headed snake and I’d blankly refused….i think...or did I?

Almost 1 year to date, I’d lost the diamond headed one, though not too precious…it still had meant a lot since I’d had it for nearly 10 years! Had just slipped off one fine day….I remember that day….a person I considered close to me had asked for it and I’d refused…

All this had a weird sense of déjà vu. Damn!
Did it have to happen today?

I’m not the staunchest believer of the almighty, but I do remember him when I’m in situations like this. A short prayer….more a call of desperation to turn back time. I was already wondering as to how I was going to tell mom about this.

Reached home and decided to call my sister.
‘Damn Sis! I lost it!!! Today of all days! I can’t believe it!!!’

'What?!'
I lost it yaaar…..should have given it to you when you asked for it.

What? The ring?
Yeah

But I’m wearing it right now.

Phew! Intervention….divine intervention. I can’t remember having given it to her!