A few days back, I was watching the desi channel with one of my uncles. As we watched the news of horrific floodings in Pakistan, my uncle said: "Kiya tabahii aayi hai." I irresponsibly commented: "Such a country deserves to be drowned."
That night, I dreamt that my hometown in America was flooded, and our local community was trying to put on sandbags. Despite their warning, I drove my car into standing water with my two kids in it, and now my car is submerged in standing water. As I can see the sky from my sunroof, I try to open it, but now all doors are locked. I see myself freaking out and panicking. Fear was so intense; I woke up from the dream with sweats and a heartbeat going into atrial fibrillation. Suddenly, I recalled my irresponsible comment.
I sat at the bedside, drank a glass of water, and sincerely asked for forgiveness from the Almighty. I felt some peace in my heart, went to bed, and slept for ten more hours.
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In love triangles, I found one man is usually a handsome, logical character but of dry nature, while the other man carries the juicy 'bad boy trait.' It is undoubtedly the truth, though, beyond comprehension, that a woman's heart usually feels attracted to a bad boy, but her brain and social pressure pull her to the other.
In Woody Allen's movie, the girl finally chooses the 'bad boy.' And, for me, alcoholic Sydney Carton, at last, remained the hero of Charles Dickens, not Charles Darnay.
(Critics think that Charles Dickens portrayed himself as Charles Darnay and Sydney Carton as two shades of his own. And there was an 18-year-old girl in his real life whom he wrote as Lucie in the novel).
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