In my dreams…

(*This is a special post for my 11 year old sister. This is a poem written by her secretly.)

I’m a writer,
I’m a pilot,
I’m a poetess,
Sometimes…..
I’m a scientist,
I’m a doctor ,
I’m a heroine;
All this time…..
I’m in my dreams.

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Take good care of her..

He trudged down the lonely street. The shining moon made the streetlights fall faint. It was chilly and he had his jacket on. The atmosphere complemented his jubilant mood perfectly. He had had a great day at work and now he looked forward to the dinner cooked by his wife which awaited him at home. 

He wanted to reach home fast and therefore he chose the alternate route to avoid the Main Street rush.

He took the decisive turn.

Suddenly the setting changed. From modern glass buildings to suburban stone structures. Fewer street lights and no people. The only light that lit the dull street was that from the coffee shops, bars and restaurants towards the end of it. It was quiet and the surroundings were ominous. 

Neither of this affected him though. He was in a world of his own. He was a little insecure too but the joy had overpowered the insecurities. 

As he approached one of the bars, he could see two individuals standing below the flashing lights of the bar title.One, an old man in a chequered shirt and second, a girl,an infant, holding his hand. The girl was very charming. She smiled at him as he made eye contact while passing them. He too reciprocated it with a gentle smile. 

He had walked only a few metres ahead when he felt somebody was following him. He quickened his stride and glanced behind. It was the old man. Soon he was jogging and then running. His formal attire and office bag gave little room for pace. Moreove, the old man showed unusual athleticism for his age. 

In a matter of seconds, the agile runner pinned him down. In a series of quick motions, he put a chit in his victim’s pocket and ran away saying, ‘Sorry.’

He couldn’t understand what had happened. He stabilised himself and dusted his clothes. Then he took out the chit. Something was written on it in gibberish handwriting.

Her father left her at this bar promising to be back. She’s waiting for him. Take good care of her. Love.

He couldn’t comprehend the situation. Then suddenly everything struck him like a bolt. He gave out a shout and banged his fist on his head. Then trying to calm down, he turned around and walked to her. She stood there with the same bright smile, looking into his eyes. 

He clasped her hand and said,’Come baby.’ And they walked to his house.

Next night, he stood outside the same bar. With the same girl and same chit. Waiting for the next passerby who smiles at her.


Retire

The way you swayed in the field,

The way you curved the ball,

The way you zoomed past defenders,

The way you made us tall.

You were the reason we watched all matches,

You were the reason we fought our friends,

You were always our only hope,

You were the only star!

Our memories are attached with you.

Our hearts contain you.

One loss doesn’t define,

A brilliant legend like you.

We trust in you as we always did, 

That you will come back and keep our pride.

To run over stupid haters,

With your mighty stride!

Why did you do this to us King ?

Of opponents you made a satire,

Oh Leo why did you retire?

Stop saying ‘God bless you’ : The Sneeze Story

  
Do you say ‘God bless you’ instinctively when someone sneezes? Has it become an integral part of yourself? If yes, you will think twice before doing it the next time after reading this.
According to a common misconception, we say ‘God bless you’ when a person sneezes because his or her heart stops beating for a moment. However this is not at all true. In the 6th century, when plague was ravaging Europe, a person who would sneeze would be considered to have the deadly plague and would die soon. Therefore, the then Pope Gregory I ordered his followers to say ‘God bless you ‘ whenever they saw a person sneezing, because he or she was going to die soon and needed their blessings and good wishes. Since then it became customary.

Many people today, not knowing the true story still follow the custom. I’ve added a screenshot from the Wikipedia page about the custom. (For those who want proof). This is an attempt to awaken the masses who have made it a habit of saying ‘God bless you ‘ without knowing the meaning.