This happened years ago. My kids were quite small. Next doors, lived these two energetic girls, a little older to them. They adored my kids.
Our front doors wide open, the four kids would run up and down, from one flat to another, pursuing each other.
One afternoon, they were at it again. They giggled as the girls tried to catch them, as they ran super speed from one bedroom to that of the the other flat.
I sat in the bedroom. I don't know why, but I felt like praying, when suddenly I heard 'DHUMMMM.' It was loud. Seemed to come from my living room.
I ran there to see the ceiling fan lying on the floor next to the glass center table I'd just moved to accommodate the kids' movement. The four of them, open mouthed, were standing at our door, just about to run inside.
Their Mom rushed in, alarmed on hearing the sound. Kids were safe. We heaved a sigh of relief.
The electrician, a young chap, had fitted the fan some days ago, but the hook wasn't quite right. It slipped out in motion as it whirled and whirled at top speed. He begged me to spare him or he'd lose his job. How stupid of him, I admonished him.
"Mujhe maaf kijiye Madum, nahi to meri naukri chali jayegi" he begged. I relented.
I thank God for sparing our kids that day.
Maybe that was the reason I felt like praying, I'd say.
