One day while I was writing my
story on one of the dark night of the winters, there was a sudden knock at my
door. My parents had fell asleep. I walked down to the door in a fear. I
wondered if there was a ghost that knocked on the door. I opened the door with
a shiver. There was a lady that walked downstairs with a glass bowl in her
hand. I couldn't see her face. I ran behind her.
She was running much faster than I
was. I wondered if she was thief. She started collecting small shining stones
from the roads and from the leaves of the plans inside the flowerpot. There was
no street light. I kept following her till she turned herself towards me. She looked
in the bowl with the shining stones inside it.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Can you see me?” I asked surprisingly.
“Of course. Who are you? What are
doing here at the late night?”
“I am collecting there”, she said
raising the bowl in her hand. Her face glittered with the shine of the stones
as the bowl reached near her face.
“What are these?”
“They are wishes and imaginations
that people throw away every day. See these orange ones...These are wishes and
see these blue ones…these are imaginations.”
“Where did you come from?”
“God has sent me”, she spoke with
a smile.
I walked towards her. I rubbed my
eyes to confirm if it was happening in real.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am His messenger. One of your
wishes will come true tonight. Tonight, what you wished and imagined, one of
them will come true. Do you remember once you wished for your family and imagine
living in a luxurious home? Do you remember once you wished for someone to be
in your life? Do you remember once you wished for your successful life? Tomorrow
morning, when you will wake up, you will get one of them. Everything you wished
and everything you desired and everything you imagined is inside this bowl. You
will get what is perfect for you for tonight and others won’t be fulfilled. You
want to see how it’s done?”
“Of course.”
“Here, pick yours. When you touch
your stones, they will shine more”, she said offering me the glass bowl.
I collected the stone that gave
more light when I touched them. This was breath-taking moment for me. I passed
them to her.
She kept them in her hands and
covered them. She rubbed them together in within a few second. One of them
turned green and others to red.
“Why are they in two different colours?”
“Green is the wished you have
been granted and red are what you wished but it’s not a good time for them. You
will get them as well some other day when you will deserve them”
“Oh. So this is how everybody’s
wish is granted?”
“Yes. When people deserve
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