devdahiya
June 28th, 2006, 08:42 PM
Sweta was staying alone in an apartment in a busy Mumbai flat as She was a model and had to stay away from her home town[a sleepy town in Utranchal]to furher her career.One night she was woken up by a frantic call and moment she latched on to the cradle she was welcomed with dirtiest posible words from other side.....it did not take her much time to understand that it was a cranky caller.She put the cradle down and saw the time....it was 2.30 AM.Sweta was really disturbed by the ugly call.....and she was cursing the unknown caller.She tried to sleep but the words used by the caller won't allow her to sleep.She thought of making a cup of coffee.The moment she entered the kitchen, she found the rear window[which she mindfully closed before going to sleep] wide open and a butcher's knife lying on the slab.On examining further she found that a rope was hanging down from the kitchen window.May be...may be she thought.... that the telephone call must have compelled the intruder to retreat.......for a moment she stood still and thanked the Cranky caller for saving her life...... because but for the telephone call from him at the nick of the time....she might have been killed.
One can never be sure as to when to laugh and when to cry.When to curse or when to bless.For life often speaks to us in cryptic signs and we can't be sure of the final picture untill all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place.
GOD HAS ITS OWN WAY OF HANDLING OUR LIVES.
One can never be sure as to when to laugh and when to cry.When to curse or when to bless.For life often speaks to us in cryptic signs and we can't be sure of the final picture untill all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place.
GOD HAS ITS OWN WAY OF HANDLING OUR LIVES.