You must be wondering why I have an odd title to this article of mine... It pretty much reveals a scenario that changed my life, completely.
Aah, the lovely grandmother...just the word itself brings out a sophisticated--hence "grand"-- woman in your mind. She's pale white, with grey hair grown to an extent that the ends of her hair strands are now shaping into a 'V.' Her eyes are blue-grey, and her lips are oh so tender, and as you imagine them caress to your youthful skin, you feel the comfort from a close loved one. Yup...she is my grandmother, whom I lost 7yrs ago.
It was mid August, when my grandmother was falling sick, and had to be rushed to the hospital when I had just arrived home from a friend's get-together. Mum told me she would be there for a night, and I felt assured grandma would be home the next morning. A week had passed, and she was in the ICU...and that very night, I saw my first vision...
I'm in my Secondary school building, enjoying recess with my cousin. She tells me my grandmother is in the ICU, and I ask her hesitantly what on earth is an "ICU." The scene changes to one where I have just reached home, and am laying on the bed, then informed to quickly go and change as guests were about to arrive. Always having a keen interest, in having people come over to my house, I changed into my favourite white and yellow T-shirt, with red flowers in front. I sat with my Aunt in her white Suzuki, along with my Dadi (Dad's mother). Next thing you know, I'm standing in between both of them at a hospital elevator, and as soon as I get out, I see my Aunt and a distant grandmother, in a lilac shalwar kemeez, drenched in tears...
This to an 11yr old was an everyday dream. I didn't take it seriously in anyway.
On 2nd September, 2004, my grandmother passed away in the ICU. The entire dream I have mentioned above took place that very same day. I was shocked, and did not speak to anyone at any of the funeral gatherings...in fact, i didn't speak for 2 weeks! My school work was below average, and I was bullied by my friends as I was the one who seemed rather innocent, later. After this dream came true, I blamed myself for killing my best friend. Just talking about this incident brings tears to my eyes, but then again, I feel like God showed me a sign. Is my entire life based on signs? Could this all be an imagination?
I can relate to u cuz most of my dreams often turn true. and i do see signs a lot of time.its kinda genetic in my case cuz my nani and mom dreams often turn true as well. Strange part is that my birth was also predicted in a dream which my nani saw : )
ReplyDeleteAah, mine is probably genetic too, or maybe it's just something God has gifted into certain people. Half the people I know don't really get my dreams, or call me psychic! I don't think that's the exact case, though.
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