We asked Get Ahead readers to send in firsthand experiences of supernatural phenomena. Here, Atul Modi shares his story:
It was November 30, 2001 -- my birthday and a fateful day for me that would change my life forever. At around 1:30 pm that afternoon, my wife suffered a severe asthamatic attack, followed by cardiac arrest. Since it was my birthday, I was at home with my family; my son had just returned from school. With the help of our neighbours, I rushed my wife to the hospital where the doctors immediately started getting things ready for her treatment.
There was only one vacant bed at the hospital to accomodate her and the room did not have emergency equipment. While we were waiting, I called my father and narrated what had happened. My whole family rushed to reach the hospital, but it was too late. By the time everything was arranged, my wife had passed away. She was gone before we could help her.
Time came to a standstill for me when my wife died. I suffered a bout of high blood pressure just after her passing and the doctors put me on a treatment of sedatives for the next 24 hours, instructing my family to take me home. My cousin, who is also a doctor, ensured that I woke up only to meet the basic human requirements.
The funeral rites were completed the next day. After that, I went to stay at my father's place for awhile. My sister and brothers were all as shellshocked as I was, but no one spoke of my wife in my presence. Once the traditional Hindu fortnightly death ritual was over with, I was stable enough to return to my own house.
I resumed going to the office as I needed some distraction from my personal life. My son and daughter were still very much depressed and in shock at losing their mother, so I left them in the care of my brother at his home. I would return to my own empty house from work late each night, at 10 or 11 pm,
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