I am not sure I will call it a miracle or there is a logical explanation. In any circumstances, please do not experiment with this phenomenon.
Here it goes about the mystery that was happened to me in real life.
Two or three years ago my husband and I decided to have a family reunion in Clearwater beach, Florida. We were planning it for a long time but it was rather impossible to unite three families together at the same time. But finally, it happened.
My husband and I were the first one to arrive and took the first unit of the house. We hired the taxi driver from the airport to come to our unit. The Drive way of that unit was an uphill and the Canadian driver forgot to use the brake. After reaching the destination he parked the big SUV and went to help my husband to take out the luggage from the trunk. I got out and bent to search for my purse from the back seat. All on a sudden the SUV started to roll down. I had an open toe sandal which I wear since we came to Florida where the beautiful sunshine flourishes. I panicked and started to shout, “Stop the car, stop the car” as the big SUV started to roll down on my toes. I started to think that all my toes will be shredded to pieces. The driver and my husband came running to me and the driver immediately stop the car. They both helped me. The driver and my husband carried me to the sofa and made me sit down. But strangely enough I did not feel any pain. The driver ran to the next door where there was a carry out shop which had ice. He immediately placed the ice on my toes. I was exhausted with this trauma and about to cry. But again I did not feel any pain. I started to wiggle my toes and few minutes later I started to walk. It felt like a miracle that nothing has happened. I am a spiritual person and believe in prayer that gave me strength. May be, there are some Devine power that is looking after me.
When my sons and the whole families arrived and heard the incident and my older son commented, “There you go mom, tackling a big SUV.”I said to him, “you bet.”
Once again I urge not to experiment with this incident. Is there a miracle or a logical explanation – I will never know.
The Laha Bari was like a mighty and wonderful river; the three Laha families appeared on the landscape of Calcutta from Chinsurah. They were the richest and most aristocratic family at that time in Calcutta, possessing the greatest wealth, antiquity, and culture. They made their name in that way, and whatever they have cultivated at that time is still visible.
When I was very young, around 6 years of age, I always accompanied my Grandmother during the time of summer vacation from school and on some other weekends with my Dad. My Grandmother was the daughter of one of the Lahas. The Raj Bari Laha had 50 or more maids and male servants to serve the needs of the household, as they had a huge and opulent courtyard, Manson. Ananta Jatha was my favorite, and Subol uncle had a doctor’s clinic in Kolkata. This is one of the most cherished memories I have with my grandmother in my childhood. When I slept with my grandmother, she used to tell me beautiful stories. When I remember her now, it brings tears to my eyes. I miss her so much. She was the sweetest person in my life.
I was overwhelmed by their aesthetic cultural sense as they had the most beautiful garden with many fountains and marble statues. I am not sure now whether they still exist, as I am far away from Kolkata. I also remember 2 to 3 beautifully decorated chariots adorned near the entrance of the driveway. I was tempted to enter them, but was reluctant to do so. One more thing I vividly remember is that Ananta Jatha had 2 sons, one of them was named Khokon, and the other one was Kalosona. Khokon used to tell my sister that he wanted to marry me. I protested at the top of my voice, “No, he won’t.” It was a game from my childhood that I remember.
I could surely hear the echo of my footsteps now, as I was the only girl running around on the second floor where the antique chair still resides. They had three other opulent houses with other brothers and relatives, and they had a gigantic Goddess Durga in the backyard platform, and many famous musicians used to come to play music and instruments for entertainment. Lastly, the third laha had so many artifacts that it was proposed that they could house a museum. Of many antiques, the most impressive antique to me was a huge white stone laughing Buddha residing at the end of the mahogany staircase. I used to roam around like a princess in a fairyland. It was my dreamland too.
I know now that the glory is bound to be depleted over the years, and the people I am talking about may or may not still be there. The USA is my homeland now. When I tell my kids that I am an aristocrat because of my grandmother, they say it is a thing of the past. I questioned that.