Those were the days when I sat at home lazily, clueless wondering what the future beheld whiling away time by watching TV Series, a ringing voice always found a way to reach my eardrums with exactitude conjecture. Had I listened earnestly to that voice and followed suit I wouldn't be sulking about my present like a stubborn child wanting toys.
Clairvoyance? Yes Indeed!
Nothing pleased me more than football on any given day and a game without getting hurt is a task seldom achieved. Rarely do I let my senses be disturbed by the fickle injuries. And on a dull day prior to Diwali, fate unfortunately chose to break my toe nail into a "RIGHT ANGLE"(which ofcourse required a Doc's appointment to get sorted). And to my surprise, my auditory senses had two concerned shrieks to deal with. For once all the pain vanished, to rejoice that my pain caused two souls to sound worried.The pain took the backseat from then onwards.
Now with the robotic lifestyle finding its way even into my life, contact with people is barely restrained to a few WhatsApp messages. Then arrived a day, when oversleeping took a toll out of my regular morning schedule and every act of mine was being done in hastily. My thinking capacity was hell bent on the sole thought of being punctual for that day. My phone was the least of my priorities that morning.While jumping out of my house to reach my destination unscathed, my routine of wishing my mother in the morning hit my head. I stationed myself to catch hold of the last signal of Wi-Fi near my room to type a message just to find that in the phone, A message from my mother wishing-"GM. Have a good day!" . I stood mesmerized looking at my phone thinking about the telepathy I shared with her. I knew the day couldn't go wrong from then onwards. Mustering a smile straight from the heart, I jogged off.
