I now positively believe that there is something called ‘MIRACLE’ in this World. Yes, guys, this is Cattie’s Experience of a Huge Miracle in her Life.
As usual, me & my Tours & Trips, sometimes you just feel like going out in this beautiful city of Mumbai & enjoying a weekend with the family. And which other better place than Lonavala, Khandala, Pune !
So this Sunday, me & my family members, including Hubby, went out for a little Resort trip to Pune. Since we were many & had lots of bags, we hired out a tourist vehicle, Qualis. We were happily returning home in the evening on the Eastern Express Highway & it was just 6.30 p.m. With the drizzle of the rains, the skies had already become dark on the ghats & as usual my fav place in a car is beside the Driver’s Seat. I feel that I have to see how the driver is driving & make sure he does not feel sleepy, by pestering him to switch FM Radio channels & keep chirping with my family, sitting behind.
Brother wanted to have a MacDonalds, at the ‘Food Mall’, on the Express Way & I was totally against the idea ! But he kept grumbling of his stomach growling & forced us to stop at that peak hour time, at the Food Mall, when millions of vehicles were on the roads. (All Mumbaikars returning home after the weekend). So we got delayed here by 1 hour eating & then continued on the Expressway. The skies were darker now & that aggravating drizzle rains were making the roads more darker. My heart was beating a bit faster & I was wondering why ? (They say a Woman has a Sixth Sense….Very True guys !)
We crossed the Expressway & were now on the Panvel Flyover road. Our car was behind a huge 16ft trailor carrying huge iron water pipes. Something made me keenly study this trailor infront of us & I was wondering what wud happen, if one of the pipes got dislocated & fell on the road…….!! And I shivered again in my heart.
As usual, these great car drivers, love to overtake, especially trucks & trailors. So I driver took a Right & tried to overtake the trailor. As he was spanning though the length of the trailor, I noticed that the trailor driver was trying to stop our car from over-taking & sort of tried to come close to our car precariously. My heart started beating fast & I immediately told our driver not to over-take him on the narrow fly-over, as the trailor driver seemed drunk. Our driver grunted & abused some words in pure Marathi & I understood his ‘Driving’ ego was hurt. Again, I cautioned him & told him “Bhaiyyaji, Uska Baju mein math jaa…peeyelaa lagtha hai’ (Bhaiya, don’t go close to that trailor, the driver seems drunk).
The next second, this stupid driver of ours, went full on speed, overtook the trailor & then just stopped the car right in front of this huge trailor !!!!!! We all Screamed at him for stopping infront of a moving huge trailor & that too on a Fly-Over !!!!!. My breath stopped & I just felt that we would all be Smashed like flat pulp the next second………!
But IT WAS THEN……THAT GOD’S MIRACLE Happened. The trailor driver, though drunk, swerved to right to avoid banging into our car, but he could not avoid Scrapping off our entire car’s right side ! Staring from the dicky, the 16ft long trailor, scrapped our car, smashing the dicky, smashing the right hand side windows & scrapping the doors, & then the car’s booty. And it was a Long Long Scrape!!!……Imagine 16ft trailor length, scrapping our car, & sparks of fire flying with the severe friction. All I knew I was doing was screaming with fear & I felt as if Death had come & the car would blow up or get thrown off the flyover with the force & we wud all die…………..!!! But THANK GOD, that did not happen. The trailor completed its work of damaging the entire right hand side of the car, my family behind filled with glass pieces & everyone screaming at the top of their lungs.
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Cattie
