Raj was in the running to win an award that evening and wanted to make sure he looked his best when he claimed his prize.
He felt his luck was with him and was sure to win.
He stood in front of the mirror to fix his tie but the mirror was crooked, so he reached over to straighten it out and it came crashing down on the floor.
"Oh no," said Raj. "Now I am going to have seven years bad luck."
"Nonsense," said Ravi. My uncle once broke a mirror and he didn't have seven years bad luck."
"Really?" said Raj, feeling much better knowing that.
"Yeah really," said Ravi. "He died that day." š