Roshan is an hardcore atheist. He can never stand a conversation on God, without indulging in some lighthearted mockery. His mom had long resigned to the fact he can’t be mended.
He was a diver and an enthusiastic underwater photographer. Every weekend, he would run off with friends with whom he shared his interests with.
This Sunday was no different. As Roshan swam with his friends, he was mesmerized by the beauty, the ocean had never shied away to offer, clicking pictures on the go. He didn’t realize that he somehow got drifted off from his friends.
He swam further to catch a glimpse of them and in the process, drifted farther away. Suddenly, a slight movement caught his eye and he was befuddled to see a shark moving fast in his direction. He felt as if he was glued to the spot because of fear.
He was sure that his end was fast approaching. Suddenly a bright light shone on them, blinding him momentarily. He opened his eyes after a few minutes only to see himself alone in the spot with the shark nowhere in the vicinity. He knew that his friends would be nearby and followed the guiding light.
Roshan found them soon enough and never felt more grateful. The team swam back to their boat and reached for the shore. As he started narrating his experience, thanking them for their timely help, they all looked puzzled. They said that they were all worried that he was lost and all of a sudden, they saw him swimming back to them.
Rohan became speechless. Was it some kind of signal from the Universe that there was a Supreme power up there guiding them? He could never decipher. But, atleast from that day onwards, he stopped countering anyone who spoke about God.