True Story
From my childhood I loved magic and fantasy.When my father gave me money for bus to go to school which is 15 km away from my home I used to go by walk to school and saved this money to buy Mandrake the Magician comics.
Once I read about Kadamattathu Kathanar a priest also at the same time a person with magical powers I got attracted to him.Again I got a chance to see a drama based on his life and a movie also.All these being recorded in the walls of my mind , years rolled and I got a chance to visit the Kadamattom Church,the church is in Muvattupuzha Kerala.I entered the church premises where the priest lived the whole place was silent, it was the morning of a week day.I could feel the smell of magic there may be Mandrake has haunted my mind.When I entered the church, I saw a person a little more than middle aged was sitting their reading the holy book silently.He was wearing dhothi only ,very simple
with a long white beard .I prayed standing before the corner where I came to know the priest's body is buried.I prayed very sincerely "oh priest accept me as your son and bless me"while coming out I just had a glance at the person who was very seriously engrossed in reading the holy book,he never lifted his head from the book.I thought I have to gave him something thinking that he may be very poor.
Coming out of the church I found a place for lighting candles to my astonishment, I found bunches of candles unburned there,deciding to light the candle in my hand and place it there I lighted the candle the very next minute a very strong wind came and blew it off.I got wild and angry I shouted loudly" Is this wind a problem for the great priest who is a great magician "then I lighted the candle this time the miracle happened not only my candle all the candles on the spot which were left unburned got lighted in a bunch , shocked but knowing the powers of the priest once again I prayed in my mind and came out of the church suddenly the thought came to my mind that I have not given anything to that poor person I met ,I turned back looked at a distance I could see the very same person who was sitting inside the church now outside and was looking at me very sharply.My subconcious mind told me to leave the place.Back home my reseacher mind prompted me to google for any images of the priest which I did immediately and what did I find a painting of the priest in full priest attire and.... the face of the person I saw in the church and the face in the painting were one and the same.On further follow up with people living nearby the church and church officials they said no such person is there Believe it or not... Paths differ journey continues but the ultimate destination is one ... and to the one only...
