Have you ever wondered what will you do or think when you feel that you are going to die? Being a bookworm once upon a time, I used to wonder about it. I also used to wonder if there is magic in this world and if miracles take place in our life.

It was the year 2005, I was in my 12th std. My school was pretty far, so that year I have decided to go to school by bicycle instead of opting for a school van. Things were going good. I was enjoying going to school by bicycle.

One day I was getting late to school, while on the way when I was nearing a small bridge, I saw a rickshaw passing by it. The only thought that I had at that time was I can overtake it. I looked back, the road was clear so I sped my bicycle. When I reached the rickshaw, out of nowhere a truck came and I got dragged down at first. Then later I could feel its tyre on my hand.

The only thought that crossed my mind during that time was that I am going to die and what will my mother do if she sees me. How will she react to hear the news that I am killed in an accident? Will she ever overcome the grief of losing me. The only thing that I wished that time was my mother should be able to handle it if I could not get out of it alive.

I don't know what happened after that but when I woke up after someone poured water on me, I was surrounded by the crowd. Everyone was looking at me. When someone came to me and spoke with me in my mother's language, one person from the crowd came towards me claiming to be a doctor. He asked me basic questions, which I answered correctly. Then he did first aid on my hand and asked me whether I want to go to the hospital or home? I told him that I want to go home because my mother will be worried about me as when I confirmed my house telephone number, some has already called my mom and has informed her. My dad wasn't at home at that time so it was more worrisome. He dropped me home and told my mom and aunt what to do with my wounds.

It took time for me to heal. But to date, we don't know who that doctor was. We could not find him. Even though I came under a truck, nothing major happened to me. Only my hand got dislocated.

This incident made me believe that there is goodness in this world and miracle do take place. It also taught me the importance of life.

My hand still has that scar and I love it. Even more than that when it's cold, that hand of mine turns colourful with red, green, blue and yellow colour. Whenever I look at my hand, it reminds me how lucky and blessed I am to be alive.

Don't stop believing in magic and miracles because they do take place in our life. Being alive is a miracle in itself.