The Mirror Of Escape

It was summer and I have been cleaning my grand father's collection of articles. He who traveled across the world had a habit of collecting the unique articles of different cultures. When he traveled in the amazon forests he interacted with the most less known tribes.

He used to tell me the tribals had a lot of special tactics to deal with death.

The mirror of escape is one of them. If one has to postpone the death they have to send their soul into this magical mirror which is created with great spells by ancient people.

To make this happen, another person has to agree to send their soul voluntarily to the person's body who wants to escape this death.

So they used to manipulate their children's mind from childhood that they are born to sacrifice the soul.

So when death comes in search of the soul it finds a different soul in the body and it goes back for some time. One person can use the mirror of escape only once in their life.

There Vikrant is fighting with a life-threatening disease. His organs failing one by one and he is going to face death. We both studied school and college together.

I feel him as a gift from almighty rather than a friend.

After his marriage last year we both went to the clinic to check his health for an insurance policy.

The reports gave me an utter shock as he is only left a few days on this earth. There is his internal immune system which is acting strange and eating his healthy cells every minute. Doctors said the disease is new and it might be something related to cancer.

I have taken my decision.

I do not have any option except to use a mirror of escape to save him.

I brought the box and opened it.

I invited him to my home.

I sent Vikrant's soul into the mirror of escape. With the spells written on it, I have to send my soul into his body. I prayed to the almighty and voluntarily sacrificed my soul for him some time.

Now my soul staying in my best friend's body. I can see death with my naked eyes, it came and disappointed to see my soul in my friend's body. It returned.

Now, I have to read the spells to release Vikrant's soul from the mirror of escape.

I searched eagerly for it. There is no mirror in the box. My body started decomposing as the soul left and it became some hours.

Now, what I can do?

There my wife has taken the mirror and fixing it on the wall. While fixing on the wall it slipped from her hands and broken. I shouted and scolded her.

She was surprised and said Vikrant, why you are getting this much upset for an old mirror.

Vikrant?

I ran into the bedroom where my body is kept. He is alive and he is seeing me with surprise.

I mean Vikrant's soul is in my body and my soul in Vikrant's body trapped permanently as the mirror of escape has broken.

Now what can we do, Vikrant't soul asked me.

We have to travel amazon forest before death comes to take our souls, I said with an apologetic face.