Ashvatha Three!

1. The blind man with stick. I helped him cross the road. I didn’t tell Shri about it. But as i was asking her questions: she told about “Andhadhun,” the latest movie she has watched. The protagonist is shown as a blind man. Now it’s a strange synchronicity.

2. The paths were clear near the schools where counting was being done. I counted the steps between the two dustbins as I walked towards Gandhi Smarak Bhavan and back: they came out to be: 127 or 128. It tells about my height and vitality: as usually it’s just 150.

3. A bus was going to Hrishikesh. Sun is going to South: the current is stronger than the eternal: hence Satyamev Jayate. Seth always wins!

4. I was shown this strange dream. It has become true: the greed which was in my sibling’s room came to mine. I saw its yellow colour: the habit of accumulation. Wisdom is golden wisdom. Compassionate distribution. I was shown a passage where my house was in a condition of two decades ago. All of the neighborhood was gone. A son of Seth was driving a bicycle and I reached to the Gandhi Smarak Bhavan after the firing incident. I was shown a higher path by the secretary. It’s what was shown in the dream.

5. What happens now: I went to see the third storey. They sacrificed me repeatedly. As soon as we sat to study or meditation their hammers came in. The vision was good but I was unsure if the roof or the foundation will stay for long! So much for dreams. Ganesha dream: and others: imagination can play Havoc on you but the real event is nothing.

Zaal The Matrix: If Only!

The Venus with the Diana, was the first thing in the morning as I looked out of my window. And I had a walk through the streets. I passed through the park; it was all covered with snow. Why did the sound of the July the seventeenth look familiar? I had developed a mind which had a gluey memory for birthdays. It wasn’t until I went up the stairs that I remembered it was the seventeenth of the month. The tigress from the indus valley: the lover girl. Too proud for her own game. A matrix no longer serves. Early surly curlicues. Hackathon. Dark net mettlesome. You were missed. Now only a faint memory from a virus-free lifetime. Life, unlived, can still be lived. Zaal the Matrix: If Only! First line: We shall not cease from exploration.

Friday the seventeenth!

I was under Moon major, she was Cancer Sun, no wonder it didn’t happen! Step down from the position of punctuation and proofreading. No need to work for free. Look baby I am still Pennywise pound ghoulish!