Now that my time machine has dropped me in the year 1991, I think I have enough time to have a quick recap of a miracle that happened in my life in the month of May. In past, I’ve had real trouble in convincing my friends and acquaintances that the incident - that I intend to narrate here - wasn’t a product of my wild imagination, but a real event that occurred in my life. I don’t blame any of them, for such is the nature of a miracle; it’s indeed hard to believe. Only a night separated by maternal grandmother’s 60th birthstar and my paternal grandmother’s 84th birthstar. After the celebration of my grandmother’s 60th birthday, I was traveling back home from Kodungallur in a Maruti Omni along with my uncle and a few of my cousins. We were nearly seven people inside that vehicle. In a way, the car was jam packed and I joined my father’s eldest brother in the front seat, on the other end of which was our driver. Just a few miles away from my home, we had to cover a railway cross, which was a dangerous curve. For some reason, the gate that was supposed to be in a closed position while the train passed the railway cross, wasn’t so at that particular point of time. In such a situation, the driver had every right to believe that a train would never pass through that railway track at that moment of time. He followed the steep that led to the railway track and slowly entered the rail. I had gone into a nap at that instant of time. All I could hear was a frightening noise of one of my cousins, followed by the sound of a big collision. I woke up from my nap and tried to stand on the space that was available. My uncle had closed his eyes and I could hear the sound of the window glass being crushed into fragments. Also came into my sight a huge train that was one of the two entities that sandwiched our vehicle, the other being a slope of land. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. And I don’t really recall how I got out of that vehicle. Everyone standing on the other side of that railway cross thought that we were all dead on the spot. None of us could really believe that we were all alive. Only a cousin of mine had to have a few stitches on her head, the rest of us were spared even from a minor physical damage. We were taken to the Medical Trust Hospital at Kochi for a proper check up to make sure that we did not have any internal injury. From there we were taken in a taxi to our home. A good many people were standing outside the gate of my house. My mother was in tears and so was each of my relatives. They had no clue that our vehicle collided with nothing less than a gigantic train. And when they came to know about that, they wept with more intensely. My cousin, who had a small but deep head injury had to be in that hospital until the Sun showed up the next morning. I do not remember this particular incident very often in my life. But whenever the memories of May 11 1991 surfaces out in my mind, I don’t forget to think about the mercy of that almighty, who helped us all to celebrate our grandmother’s birthday, the very next day, rather than packing each of us to a six feet of land.