Do you hear me?
It’s a question that bothers every believer.
I have my own staunch beliefs. I don’t pray everyday. But I do think of you everyday. I just need to know if things will be alright.
Do I have to join my hands, bow my head, cross my legs, and recite prayers to get what I want?
I keep reassuring myself with the thought that you have big plans for me. I know you do. I can’t wait for them to get actually implemented.
I’m not a practical person by nature. I am very impulsive, and I usually let my emotions take control of my rationality.
It’s not like you don’t read my mind. You do.
I remember a song I haven’t heard in ages. I switch on the radio, and I hear it playing.
I miss my best friends terribly. I crave to see them. I receive a message from them stating they will be in town soon.
The minute I become over-confident, something brings me back to ground level.
I get a premonition that my grandfather is going to leave us forever very soon,and sure enough he does.
Is it a coincidence? Or are there omnipresent invisible detectors you have set up, to discern my musings, my speculations and intuitions?
I don’t know.
I know you care. Sometimes everything moves so fast that I find it difficult to breathe, while sometimes it trudges drearily. How long should I wish for better circumstances?
I’m running out of whatever little patience I had, conserved so carefully.