“I can show you your past,” said the bearded man wearing a flowing white robe, calmly, “but son what you shall see when you peek into my magical mirror, good bad or ugly, will be your responsibiiity to deal with.”
“I am ready your holiness,” Som pleaded, “I must know my past.”
“Come back a week later, this day,” adviced the holy man, “after ritual worship, we shall visit your past.”
A man of science, Som Sunder always believed that a man is the master of his destiny. When science is making such progress, who needs to look into beyond the senses? A string of events in quick succession changed Som’s world view. His business failed. Som went bankrupt and spent time behind bars. Som’s son lost his life in a car accident.
Unable to deal with a bruised ego, and inability to digest patronising tones of his peers, Som sought answer in paranormal.
“I am ready to do anything to undo my destiny,” Som asked his friend “first I need to know what is wrong; Do you know anyone who can tell?”
“There is a person,” answered Nikhil, fully aware that Som had always considered such people charlatans, “but you would not believe him.”
“Son one should count one’s blessings,” the holy man sitting on a mat, covered in a saffron robe, red sandal wood paste on forehead,“ and not venture into realms one has no control over.”
The ominous tone of voice shook Som to the core, but after coming this far he could not go back without knowing his past.
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