Write an essay on the title ‘A blessing in disguise’
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"Excuse me, sir, but could you drive faster?"
Caylis bit her lips in panic, sweat rolling down her cheeks although it was decidedly cold in the taxi. She glanced at her wristwatch again, her hands clutching at the blue skirt she was wearing as she realised that she had less than an hour to get into the plane. She looked out of the window at the road signs flashing by. The panic settled in her throat as she saw that she was no where near the airport.
"Sir, I am going to miss my plane, so please drive faster!"
"Now, miss, I'm already reaching the speed limit," the young man retorted impatiently. Caylis kept silent, but she was yearning to yell at the driver. Somehow, she kept her bubbling mixture of anger and panic from overflowing.
They had just reached the highway. But that meant that they were still far from the airport. Caylis looked at her watch again. She now had less than forty-five minutes before the plane took off.
"My family is already waiting at the airport for me, so can you drive faster?" Tears of irritation threatened to flow. This time, it was the driver that remained silent as he stepped on the pedals.
Caylis let a tear overflow from her left eye as she twisted the fabric of her skirt in pure fright.
"I must not be late," she kept thinking. "Little brother has been wanting to go to Japan with me for years." She meant that to comfort herself, but it just made her feel worse imagining her little brother's look of disappointment if she caused them all to miss the plane.
"Sir! Can you go faster?" She shouted at the poor man, losing all control. They were just at the end of the highway. The driver could not stand Caylis' hysteria any longer. Without taking his hands off the steering wheel, the car still moving steadily onwards, he turned to face her, anger lined in every inch of his face.
"Look here, I'm already past the speed limit, and if I go-" but the man never finished his sentence as it was interrupted by and ear splitting scream. Caylis was looking out of the front window. The taxi driver only had a moment of realisation, in the screeching of brakes and the shattering of glass that he had driven past the red light and was now in the middle of a cross junction. The impact of being hit by a full sized lorry had pushed the taxi into a nearby light post. Everything went black for both driver and passenger.
Caylis opened her eyes wearily. She could just make out her mother's voice.
"-it's like a blessing in disguise, right?" She could hear her voice between sobs. "After all, the plane crashed and everyone on it died,"
"Mom?" Caylis mumbled. She attempted to sit up, but could not. It was then that she realised that it was because her balance was off. Because her left arm, shoulder down, was no longer there.
"A blessing indeed," Caylis said, in a moment of insanity before blacking out again.
Caylis bit her lips in panic, sweat rolling down her cheeks although it was decidedly cold in the taxi. She glanced at her wristwatch again, her hands clutching at the blue skirt she was wearing as she realised that she had less than an hour to get into the plane. She looked out of the window at the road signs flashing by. The panic settled in her throat as she saw that she was no where near the airport.
"Sir, I am going to miss my plane, so please drive faster!"
"Now, miss, I'm already reaching the speed limit," the young man retorted impatiently. Caylis kept silent, but she was yearning to yell at the driver. Somehow, she kept her bubbling mixture of anger and panic from overflowing.
They had just reached the highway. But that meant that they were still far from the airport. Caylis looked at her watch again. She now had less than forty-five minutes before the plane took off.
"My family is already waiting at the airport for me, so can you drive faster?" Tears of irritation threatened to flow. This time, it was the driver that remained silent as he stepped on the pedals.
Caylis let a tear overflow from her left eye as she twisted the fabric of her skirt in pure fright.
"I must not be late," she kept thinking. "Little brother has been wanting to go to Japan with me for years." She meant that to comfort herself, but it just made her feel worse imagining her little brother's look of disappointment if she caused them all to miss the plane.
"Sir! Can you go faster?" She shouted at the poor man, losing all control. They were just at the end of the highway. The driver could not stand Caylis' hysteria any longer. Without taking his hands off the steering wheel, the car still moving steadily onwards, he turned to face her, anger lined in every inch of his face.
"Look here, I'm already past the speed limit, and if I go-" but the man never finished his sentence as it was interrupted by and ear splitting scream. Caylis was looking out of the front window. The taxi driver only had a moment of realisation, in the screeching of brakes and the shattering of glass that he had driven past the red light and was now in the middle of a cross junction. The impact of being hit by a full sized lorry had pushed the taxi into a nearby light post. Everything went black for both driver and passenger.
Caylis opened her eyes wearily. She could just make out her mother's voice.
"-it's like a blessing in disguise, right?" She could hear her voice between sobs. "After all, the plane crashed and everyone on it died,"
"Mom?" Caylis mumbled. She attempted to sit up, but could not. It was then that she realised that it was because her balance was off. Because her left arm, shoulder down, was no longer there.
"A blessing indeed," Caylis said, in a moment of insanity before blacking out again.
pankajwadhera:
is this a story
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