It's not just on paper

Photo Courtesy: www.nature.com I have a hunch. A solid one. Something which others don’t believe. Something which most of the times, even I don’t believe. But it’s proved its existence once too many times. Especially, when things are about to go south, when things don’t seem just right, when things are not going to work out in the long run. Like a conversation that feels slightly off, a decision that carries a weight I can’t explain, a circumstance which looks fine on the surface but doesn’t feel right underneath. It’s like the Murphy’s law is embedded within me – thinking of possibilities of things that could go wrong based on subtle but clear patterns – at the subconscious level. Nothing concrete to argue about. Just enough to notice and worry about. How does this guide me through life? It prompts. It nudges. Sometimes, it insists. I mention it casually to others, almost testing it out loud, and they dismiss it like it’s nothing. I let their certainty override mine. It feels...