Now, she is standing outside of the airport, raising her head looking into the Indian sky and trying to take a breath

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The Magical Healer

Cindy, a recently divorced woman hauling her luggage, is going out of the Indira Gandhi International Airport. That’s right! She is in India, the mysterious Eastern country where Buddhism comes from. It is told that this is a country that lives with purity and you can hardly have any distracting thoughts here. That’s just what Cindy needs – a place in which she can put all troubles aside, be some days’ vegetarian and maybe chant some lines of Buddhist scripture.

Now, she is standing outside of the airport, raising her head looking into the Indian sky and trying to take a breath as deep as she can as to drive away all the dirty gas living in her lung. It does work actually, because she has started feeling better. “Okay, now just grab a cab and drive toward my new life … Ouch!” she says to herself when suddenly, a man trundling a luggage trolley knocks her down.

“Hey, I’m sorry, but are you all right?” the man asks with an apologetic face.

“Damn it! What luck!” Cindy murmurs a curse and then turns to the Indian guy “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. No big deal. I’m just suffering the worst of my life.”

“I’m so sorry, but … I have to catch a plane in 20 minutes. It’s already late. Oh, god, you are bleeding!” he stares at the big wound on Cindy’s leg and then proceeds with his talking, “Just go and find Archana. Everybody in India knows her because she can cure any disease. Oh, by the way, this is my card. Please contact me if you need anything as long as you are still here in India after 6 days when I come back.” Then he heads toward the gate leaving Cindy without even uttering a letter.

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“What a strange Indian and what? Shahrukh Khan? Well, his name is much stranger than him.” Cindy places the card in her handbag without bothering to read Khan’s titles. “Taxi!” she waves to a cab waiting on the rodside.

“Excuse me, do you know Archana, or Archuna … whatever?” Cindy puts her body and her leg into the cab and asks.

The driver is a typical Indian with big eyes and also a big tummy. “Archana, yes, yes!” Obviously, the driver cannot understand English. But at least, he can say “yes”. Probably every living people know this word.

Cindy spents ...

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