The Mind Creative SEP 2013
The year was 2012. Twelve years had passed since that fateful day and the agonizing prediction. One evening, it was by mere chance that Lax was introduced to a FijianIndian gentleman by the name of Mick Prasad. This happened when Lax and Parimala were invited over by a friend for dinner. Since the name “Prasad” had been indelibly etched upon Lax’s memory, he decided to make further queries. During the course of the evening, he picked up some courage and asked the Mick Prasad if he knew of a well-known astrologer by the name of Ram Prasad in Fiji. “Of course, I would know him,” said Mick Prasad with an ingratiating smile. “I am Ram Prasad’s son.” The reply shocked Lax and he could hardly conceal his emotions. “Where is he now?” asked Lax, with a quaver in his voice. Lax was informed that, alas, Ram Prasad had passed away twelve years ago. “In fact,” said Mick with a faraway look in his eye, “Ram Prasad passed away on 31st December, in the year 2000.”
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