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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 easier that way.

And then it happens, just as I had felt, just as I had said.

The world moves on like this is no big deal. But for me, it has become.


How will this change me?

I will be gentler to my inner voice and believe it, not dismiss its wisdom for the worldly lies and deceit – which is mostly what’s behind the compelling dismissals of my premonition.

I will let it sit with me through decisions, through doubt and through moments that seem calm on the surface. And I will learn the difference between fear that rushes and instinct that waits.

I will let my inner voice guide me through life’s endless storms and wait patiently to hear its voice again when there is calm. Because as the old adage goes, there is always calm before a storm!

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