A Small Miracle

After a lot of confusion we are finally leaving for our final year tour this evening. Still not sure how many are coming though. Too many add ons and cancellations! So obviously i had to start packing yesterday itself. No procrastinating here :)

I have the perfect suitcase for the occasion, but it has a combination lock. And yes, you guessed right, i forgot the combination. Even my most meticulous dad hadn't noted down those blasted 3 numbers. I didn't have the patience to try out all thousand patterns. So i left it to my dad to figure out what to do. I think he was at it for more than an hour, when suddenly out of nowhere, one particular number(***) jumped at me and danced before my eyes. The last time i had used the suitcase was 5 years ago, and honest to God, i didn't remember what the combination was. There was no association that i could form with this ***, no reason for it to have popped into my head. It felt like i was inside one of those movies on marujanmam (rebirth), where people keep getting weird "i don't know how the hell i know this but i just do" feelings. No prizes for guessing (especially after so much build up) that *** was the key to the suitcase. When i unlocked it, my dad gave me a funny look and i'm still not quite sure what the expression on his face meant. Something on the lines of 'thanks for wasting my time' i think. But i didn't care, because i was sitting amazed and openmouthed, staring at the now open suitcase. I don't know how many can actually appreciate this incident. To me it was a miracle. A small one, but a miracle nonethless :)

I'm probably a psychic. I'll have to investigate and find out what other powers i have :)

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