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Wish Fulfillment
Everyday we receive images like this, sms -es, e-mails all promising wish fulfillment of sorts , all promising you of miracles within a specified period if you fulfill the conditions.

Each time I receive something like this I promise myself I won't succumb and then I fall into the rut all over again. I close my eyes and mutter a silent prayer that Chibu passes his exams (sigh), that Baba remains healthy(touch wood), that the day goes off without a hitch at work ( hmmm) .....and so many ! 

I remember Buladidi telling me that if you wish on the moon on a full moon night it comes true...and I looked at the moon and out came the wishes....maybe even the  moon went moony  over them and none came true!!!

Buladidi reprimanded , "I said 1!" and  I said "1? Ek se mera kya hoga?"

Well , I know I will again forward 12 sms -es tomorrow and  wish on the red mail van and look out for a black car ( black ambassadors are prehistoric now) to blow the wish upon . I know I will be silly , illogical and childish. But 
at times these silly , mindless moments bring back the lost hope and fills your heart with sudden  expectations on days when nothing seems to be going right. At times these acts bring that dash of  silliness in our logical staid world !  




-Who wants to use the head all the time? 

-Certainly not  I !!!!!

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  1. Abhro23 February 2012 at 22:04

    "Chibu passes his exams" :D :D don't waste wishes!

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    1. tefltutor0324 February 2012 at 04:11

      Okiez....chibu gifts me a diamond ear-ring!!! that sounds better any day :D !

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